Darren hesitated for a moment, his expression clouded with concern. "There is something I need to share with you, Asher," he began, his voice low and hesitant, "I didn't want to burden you with this, but I fear it might indirectly affect you."
Asher leaned in slightly, his eyes conveying a mix of curiosity and reassurance, "Even if it doesn't affect me directly, you can confide in me with anything, Darren," he said, his voice steady and comforting.
A hint of relief washed over Darren's features as he finally shared his troubles. "Princess Consort Rebecca has been causing problems for me," he admitted, the frustration evident in his tone, "She has somehow pressured my father to cast me aside, making me an outsider to my own House. Because of this, I'm losing face among the other noble Houses, and my support is dwindling. If this keeps up, I might have nothing to my name, and I am afraid I might turn out to be a burden for you."
