The night grew darker.
The dim moonlight showered the tranquil forest trail.
Prince Harrison followed behind Colin with his head down, matching his pace, his cheeks puffed out in apparent resentment.
"Do you think I've ruined your plan?" Colin asked without turning his head, seemingly already anticipating Harrison's expression.
Prince Harrison didn't say a word in his stubbornness, but merely nodded in resentment.
A slight smile curled at the edge of Colin's lips as he nonchalantly said, "Do you know that sometimes, it is most apt to stop a plan midway?"
Prince Harrison lifted his head in surprise, his face full of confusion.
Colin suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes piercing into Harrison's pupils, and abruptly asked, "Is Princess Judy allergic to willow catkin?"
"Ah... What?" Harrison was taken aback, his eyes darting around in surprise, and he began to stammer.
