After receiving the report from the Crown Prince's captain of the guards, Bastian, who had deliberately sent a letter to Lyric merely to inform the young lord of the Second Prince's presence, Lyric found himself unable to feel either joy or displeasure.
What filled him instead was confusion.
The quiet village outside remained as peaceful as ever with villagers moving about their daily routines along with the distant sound of carts rolling over dirt roads and the gentle rustling of wind through the trees.
It was the kind of calm that Soren had always sought whenever the weight of the world became too heavy for him to bear which was exactly why Lyric could not understand why the prince had come here.
His brows slowly furrowed as he read the contents of the letter once more, as if the words might somehow rearrange themselves into something more reasonable.
But they did not.
The Second Prince had truly arrived in this remote village.
