Reynand set his teacup on the table. His jaw tightened as he straightened his spine, trying to focus on whatever his brother was about to say next.
"Isn't it ironic?" Edmund continued. "You left for war as a newlywed, and now you return from war… would become a newlywed again. I don't know if that old 'Ice Prince' title still applies."
"It is not… again. Thanks to someone, I'm still in my newlywed phase after four years."
The Crown Prince smirked as he took another sip of tea. "You still resent me, are you?"
"I dare not, Edmund." Reynand paused. "If you're curious about the arranged marriage with the Corsarian princess, it's just political marriage. And... I'm merely obliged to report it to the King."
The brown-haired prince set his cup down, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"I'm sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, aren't I? Maybe you're right. I am an old man."
"Too bad not even the Crown Prince is immune to getting old."
