The Duke came back, seeing Spade only holding Arren's hand while watching the omega fall peacefully asleep. The alpha's face had returned to its usual calm expression. He only seemed to guard Arren while he slept to his heart's content. Hopefully, he would wake up, though.
At first, the Duke was afraid to disturb Spade, and he even slowed down his breathing to not distract the other. However, Spade lifted his gaze and landed on Duke Evan.
"Duke," Spade called out softly, as if afraid to wake up Arren. It was quite ironic.
The Duke nodded to him and approached him in the bed, then stood at his side while glancing at his son in the bed with his warm gaze.
"Your Majesty, the doctors said Arren can be discharged after two days, and he can recover in the palace." The Duke started in hushed tones, which were still quite respectful to the ears. Although they were soon to be in law, customs were still customs after all.
