In a room with dark walls, Northern sat across his brother with a cold, impassive look on his face. He was leaning back with his arms spread over the black sofa that seemed to have been carved out of shadows rather than wood.
While Prince Reis sat on another cushion, his legs crossed and hands gently poised over his crossed legs. An irksome, perpetual smile was on his face, and he stared at Northern with warmth. At the same time it was difficult to discern if that was truly warmth, or pity.
"You must be good at pretending…"
"Oh?"
The Prince looked at Northern, his eyes squinting in amusement.
"And on what grounds would you conclude that?"
Northern waved his hand.
"You said you had a deal for me. Please kindly drive yourself straight to the point."
Reis gave Northern a disheartening look.
