The door creaked open, and Zayden stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. His eyes scanned the room briefly before settling on Ren, seated on the mattress, in a daze.
"Where is Eiran?" he asked, voice low. "Isn't he with you?"
Ren turned toward the tall man, a faint smile tugging on his lips.
"He went to his room. He must be asleep by now."
"Alone?" Zayden's brow furrowed, concern lacing his tone.
Ren chuckled softly.
"He has been sleeping alone for a while now. He says he is all grown up now. You are acting like it's the first time you have heard of this," Ren chuckled.
Zayden's lips curved into a small smile at the comment, but it faded almost immediately, replaced by a shadow of worry.
Ren noticed the sudden shift in his expression. He tilted his head, studying him.
"Are you… worried for His Imperial Highness?" He asked hesitantly, unsure if Zayden would even share his thoughts with him.
