"Do you really want to contest for the throne? Are you sure about your decision?" Vasili enquired when he was alone with his friend. Zavid had left the two long ago and now, they were in his room as they stood in front of the window, gazing at the starry night.
Azimir glanced at him for a moment before his eyes returned to the night sky. A faint smile lingered on his lips while his expression turned gentle and doting.
"Yes, I am sure Vasili and do not worry." Azimir placed his hands behind his back to show his determination in his decision. "I did not make this decision in a hurry. I have thought about it carefully and I have planned it out well."
"I see." Vasili nodded and looked out of the window.
