Elian's POV
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[ALERT! Scanners detected a burst of mana outside. Western end of the palace grounds.]
[Definitely from sort of spell usage. Hello? Fruitcake? Oh, of course.]
Elian couldn't answer the system right now because... Well, he was occupied.
Kyren grabbed his hand, lifting him off the bed and leading him toward his bathroom as the conjured food table disappeared. Elian dragged his leg along the marble hesitantly, his cheeks heating up.
"I... I should really be checking up on Lucian and Axel now." He finally managed to say with a forced smile but Kyren's grin was wider.
"They're adults. I'm sure they don't need you checking up on them." Kyren whispered slyly, his red eyes glinting mischievously.
But then he paused, slowly loosening his grip on Elian's hand. "However, if you'd truly wish to bathe on your own then I'll just..."
