As the King and Queen of the Empire, they managed a myriad of state affairs on a daily basis. Yet, despite their noble and elegant public personas, when facing matters concerning their child in private, they were much more like an ordinary, intimate married couple.
"Look quickly, this is our son's new bedroom. It's actually quite nice."
Ever since Cyril was sent to the reserve, the Queen had missed him every single day. It wasn't until Eureka told her that the breeder in charge of caring for Cyril would post videos irregularly on the Star Network that she began waiting online daily, just to catch the earliest updates on his condition.
"How could it not be nice? This new dorm cost me a fortune!" the King glared from the side, grumbling testily about his own son. "He's already an adult. How is he still such a money pit?"
"What do you mean? You just can't bear to spend money on your child, is that it? Then what use are you to me? What use does Cyril have for a father like you?!"
