A minute after Alessio's response, the doors of the study were gently pried open to reveal a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.
His locks were a lovely golden blonde and the color of his skin was sandy beige, which was unlike citizens from Dalniar. His icy blue eyes did not give off any emotion in particular as he walked into the warm room and scanned it.
"Hello, Brother." Alessio greeted him first, his tone sarcastic. "Though I am glad to see you, don't you think the hour is rather late for a visit?"
"Good evening, Alessio." Reagan answered curtly. "Indeed. I do think it is a little late for a visit… if that was the case."
The first Prince smirked. "You haven't come to see me? It's truly a shame. So what are you doing here then?" He asked. "Did a servant perhaps send you here to brew me tea?"
