And suddenly, the nights had swiftly gone by as the Prince of Vanheim, Prince Orwell was getting comfortable with their elven workers who slept below the cellars of the castle.
Every single night, he went down to converse with them with no fail whatsoever. "By the way, Orwell, do you not have friends of your own? Why are you even talking to your slaves? I mean not that I do not like talking to you, but you get my point, right?" Yana asked. Orwell laughed politely "Talking to you two gives me a whole lot of perspective, you know?"
The Sunstrider was curious as his eyebrows raised up after hearing this. "Perspective? Perspective for what, Orwell?" he asked defensively, worried that Orwell still had some sort of ulterior motive regarding him getting close to the two of them.
