Sairis's POV
Sairis did not move.
There was no way he was going to call Marsden to come take the food, that the Prince had refused to eat.
As much as he had argued about what his duties were and what they were not, he still knew one thing. Loreen needed to eat. No one in the kingdom would benefit from a prince who was starving or too weak to stand.
A lot was now resting on Loreen's shoulders, and he had a responsibility to his people and the crown to remain strong, to stay clear in mind and steady in body, even when everything around him was falling apart.
"Loreen," Sairis called, his voice quieter now. "Would you please eat."
Loreen frowned slightly, his gaze shifting back to him as if he was now seeing Sairis. Then he sighed. "If anyone should eat here, it is you," he said. "When last did you eat? You have been with me since this afternoon."
Sairis paused.
That was not the direction he had expected this to go.
