Eiran sat on the chair, swinging his legs. Ren left the room briefly to fetch them lunch after Zayden refused to go to the dining table.
The pair of father and son sat across from each other in silence for a few minutes already, and the servants were all sent outside by Zayden.
Eiran didn't question it, telling himself: Maybe dad wants to spend some time alone.
"Why did you do that?" Zayden finally broke the quietness in the room, arms folded, legs crossed as he sat on the chair facing him.
"Do what?" Eiran blinked, trying his best to act clueless.
He probably didn't mean that, right?
"You know very well what I am talking about, Eiran," Zayden said, his voice sharp. "Why did you hurt yourself on purpose?"
