The sound of boots on the marble floor echoed in the hall before Zayden's voice followed.
"If you're plotting something again, I'd like to know before the palace burns down."
`What if we were actually planning to do so? Soren asked.
Zayden`s steps faltered, his expression serious.
The Imperial Crown Prince laughed, leaning back in his chair.
"Relax, brother. We are simply having a friendly chat."
Ren looked up, gaze steady, and murmured, "His Imperial Highness is telling the truth, My Lord."
Zayden arched a brow.
"That already sounds suspicious."
"My Lord…" the servant's gaze lowered. Did he not believe him?
The general burst into laughter, catching him off guard. Ren slowly looked up, and subconsciously, a smile tugged at his lips.
"Why are you here, leaving the poor child alone there?" Soren shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval, pointing toward Eiran, still seated at the table in front of the chessboard.
