Zayden's gaze drifted to the side. Ren stood silently, his expression unreadable. He looked… exhausted—like he might fall asleep standing if no one stopped him.
With a quiet sigh, Zayden rose from his seat and moved to his side. He didn't touch him, but leaned close enough that his arm could catch him should he stumble.
Ren blinked, startled by the sudden shift of air. When he looked up, Zayden's face was only inches away—their noses almost brushing. His heart skipped before he could stop it.
"M-My Lord?" His voice came out soft, uncertain.
"What am I going to do with you?" Zayden murmured, exhaling slowly as he withdrew his arm. "Go back to your room and rest."
"I'm alright—"
"Ren, listen to me." Zayden's tone sharpened before he could stop himself. The thought that he might be the reason for Ren's weariness made something in his chest tighten.
