Artemia PoV
I went to look for my prince. I found Orlin in outside, sitted in the middle of the stone garden. He smiled as he seemed to sense me draw closer. Was he training his seismic sense?
"I anticipated you, dear," he mumbled as if he were some wise old hermit perched atop a mountain.
I couldn't help but snort, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow. "Oh really? Are you sure you're not just sitting here, waiting for your adoring princess to come and save you from your own solitude?"
Orlin turned his head slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips, though his eyes remained closed. "Ah, but my solitude is quite pleasant, especially when I know you'll be gracing me with your presence soon. I am but a humble hermit, after all, seeking enlightenment amidst these stones."
