The street wasn't as crowded as usual, creatures came and went inside 12th Statues, others paid respect while some walked by without care. None of them seemed aware of the two creatures before the peony statue. None would believe one of them to be the Crown Prince of Suttern. The Grandson of the former King of Qye.
His mauve orbs are disguised in black colour, it sends warning and shakes with impatience, though the target of his stare just trembles while lowering his head. Avoiding his eyes and showing deep respect to him. Artha sighs.
"You become quite bold, I never knew you could nag like this. Did you swallow a potion I don't know about?"
Soren raised his head, "Your Highness," there's a hint of both disbelief and whining within his voice. Artha didn't reprimand him. Soren couldn't decipher the expression Artha wore on his face, his eyes seemed clouded with questions he himself wasn't able to answer.
