"That's because you think every girl with striking silver hair and bright amber eyes is Golden Rose." Xerian reminded with a deep sigh. "With the way you're going you might consider our sister as the Golden Rose,"
Lucien's eyes widened as if he just realized something. "Come to think of it, you might be right. Why did I not think about this?" Lucien looked straight at his brother like he just realized that Xerian is a genius.
Xerian sighed deeply and almost face palmed himself at his brother absurdness.
Sometimes, even he believed nepotism gave Lucine his position. How could His Highness's royal karka be so… so…undoubtedly stupid and dumb? He blocked Lucien out of their mind-like and turned to face the king as he noticed Draven movement.
On the other side of the room, Harrow forgot to breathe when he saw the king finally turned from the window. Draven's steps was slow, as he took three steps. Unhurried. His boots made no sound on the marble floor.
