Verinia made her way to Halen's tent and called out to him. It was pretty late and she wasn't sure if he was even awake. Anyway, Halen was ten turns old.
He was still a child, but he lived in his own palace now and would be entering the secondary stage of development soon. It was best to keep a decent distance between them, and entering his tent at will was not something that she could do.
"Ina?" Halen's voice came from inside the tent. He pulled open the flap of the door and motioned for her to enter. "Come inside."
Verinia had come without her protector. She entered and went to take a seat. The expression on her face was very dark.
The First Prince was very intuitive of his eldest sister's emotions. She was someone who would swallow a mouthful of blood just to keep a serene expression, but even when she was smiling, he knew if she was unhappy.
