Elian's POV
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"So, Sylas." He smiled, walking to his side. "Where were you heading to?"
Sylas blinked, his eyes landing on the tray in his hands before going back to Elian. "Uhm... To give the guards at the Northern Shield these drinks. But they're spilt now..."
[Really smooth, fruitcake.]
Elian's face flushed at the system's remark but he didn't back down. "The northern shield? What's that?"
Sylas parted his lips at first before chuckling softly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I almost forgot you're new here and assumed Lord Kyren would've told you about it."
There he went again.
Elian caught the way his eyes glinted when he mentioned Kyren's name. The warmth behind his voice when he called him "lord".
People usually use that title with dread.
[Ou, is that jealousy I smell?]
Elian flinched. 'What? No! No, that's creepy. I'm just thinking Kyren must really be more caring than he likes to show if this servant boy thinks so highly of him.'
[Right...]
