His palms were dirty, and he blew air into his palms to remove the thin dirt there. For the first time in his life, he went into the forest to hunt, and he couldn't say that he liked the activity.
It wasn't him who did the hunting sessions, but it was his brother who had a hobby of hunting wild animals in the forest. He didn't like the activity, but he forced himself to follow his brother because of some reason.
His father, the king of Breviel, had never let him go into the wild since he was a child. He was the Crown Prince of Breviel, and his parents were overprotective of him.
They didn't let the rain wet his clothes, didn't let the mosquitoes bite his skin, and didn't even let the wild air hit his face. Crown Prince Randver was like a bird in a golden cage all his life.
