Ren watched Zayden lower his head in front of someone for the first time. He stood far enough that he couldn't hear their conversation. However, he could still sense the strange, unexpected calm and respect in the young man's demeanor.
Who is this man? For the General to speak to him like this…
He glanced around. Most of the servants seemed more accustomed to this than he was. It wasn't the first time they had seen this man.
"What brings you here, Your Royal Highness?" Zayden bowed before the red-haired man.
"What can I do when my brother forgets me after leaving the palace?" The man smiled softly. "But why so formal?" He asked, fixing his glasses.
"Well…" Zayden glanced behind.
The servants were still lined up, eyes sharp, weighing every gesture.
"I wouldn't want them to think I don't respect the Crown Prince," he whispered with a bright smile. "After all, they read the papers. And you are there every day on the front page," he chuckled.
