Eiran swung his legs, staring at the glass of milk in front of him. It had already been a week since Soren and James left.
Recently, Zayden has barely visited him. He no longer comes to Eiran's room to sleep at night, just like before. They rarely have dinner together, either.
"Young Master?" Celine tilted her head, noticing the child had zoned out, closing her book.
The boy looked up, forcing a smile.
"Are we done?"
Celine nodded. The child had been absent-minded lately. He wasn't particularly the studious kind. However, for him not to even open his books or do the tasks assigned was nevertheless concerning. She requested an audience with the General, however, she was refused.
Why?
He was too busy.
"It's time for you to leave," Eiran said, looking outside the window. The sky had turned a peach orange, fading softly into violet at the horizon.
The lady's mouth opened slightly, surprised.
That is… rude.
