Xendros looked back to Faestien. "Would you like to join us, Your Highness?"
Faestien gave a brief nod. "If you shall allow me... I am not familiar with the streets of the Crimsom Kingdom after all."
"Why did you come to grace our streets away, Your Highness?" Maelle asked.
Xendros narrowed his eyes, because he felt like he sensed apprehension and sarcasm from his tone. But why? Why would he treat a prince in such a way? Do they know each other?
His growing distrust had turned to growing dislike just from this. Because to Xendros, the prince of Ilvedia is not worthy of any disrespect.
He is one of the purest souls he had ever met. A noble who upholds his duty not out of obligation, and not to earn fame...
But out of his own volition, not speaking of it ever again. A true symbol of humility.
