PRINCE KYANITE FLUTTERED his eyes open and felt someone holding his hand. He turned and found Crown Prince Wisteria’s head resting on the side of the white bed; his lower body on the floor. Prince Kyanite sat up and nudged the other to wake.
He mumbled, “Cousin Crown Prince… if you’ll be staying by my side, why not use the couch?” And then his gaze fell on the couch, which a sleeping Zeeno occupied. Prince Kyanite silently laughed. The Crown Prince on the floor; the subordinate on the couch! Hilarious!
But his thoughts were crushed when Crown Prince Wisteria woke, stood, and immediately grabbed his shoulders. He stared into his eyes and asked with a trembling voice, “Are you alright? How do you feel? Is there anything wrong inside your body?”
“… I-I’m fine. Cousin Crown Prince, why do you look so stressed? Why are you checking me like this?”
