Artemia PoV
I sighed, thinking of how worried Osamu looked earlier in the hallway. He was only four and it already seemed like he was full of anxieties. Was it because of his condition? Or did something my Grandaunt Niconora say bother him? I remember hearing those stories from my Grandma Uriana's perspective. Reuniting the kingdom took time and a lot of self sacrifice. Not only from the royals and nobles, but especially from the common folk whose lives were affected.
"What's wrong, Mia?" Orlin said, wrapping his arm around me.
I stroked his chest and sighed, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. "It's Osamu. He looked so anxious today, and I can't shake the feeling that he's carrying too much for someone so young. I just want him to feel safe."
Orlin's brow furrowed with concern. "Yeah. He's still so little, too. But that's how growing up as royal can be... You know as well as I do how much my sister struggled."
