— The sense of duty is a weight heavier than any other emotions. —
The carriage Enzo had managed to find came to a stop before the royal palace, and the large gate opened for them.
He stepped out first with the help of the guard who held his stick for him. Once he set his feet on the snow, he took back his cane before helping Eiran step onto a place where he wouldn't slip.
Then, he followed Eiran up to his room, making sure the boy was safely inside before retreating to his own quarters.
"Thank you so much for these!" The child smiled brightly, raising the toys he had received into the air.
"You are welcome," Enzo returned the smile, gently patting the boy's head.
"Wait!—" Eiran gasped, his hand quickly reaching for his hair. "You will ruin my hairstyle…" he grumbled.
"O-Oh, I am sorry," the man quickly pulled his hand away.
"It's alright…"
"Well then, good night," he bowed.
"Good night," Eiran's lips curled into a grin once again.
