Loreen's POV
Marsden glanced at him once they were both settled in the carriage, then leaned back with a tired sigh.
"So," he said, folding his arms. "Where to, Your highness?"
Loreen did not look at him at first. His gaze stayed on the passing streets outside, distant and unreadable. When the carriage remained still, he finally turned his head and arched a brow at Marsden.
"Why are we waiting?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with impatience. Marsden had been eager to leave, yet now he was the one holding them back.
Marsden let out a quiet sigh, clearly annoyed. "I asked you a question," he muttered. "You have not answered it, Your highness."
Loreen gave a soft snort, shaking his head slightly. Was the beta really serious right now?
"The palace, Mars," he said after a moment. "Where else would we be going?"
Marsden studied him for a second, as if weighing something, then gave a small shrug. "I only wanted to be sure. You have been… unpredictable these past few days."
