The Crown Prince idly turned another page of yet another thick tome containing the yearly tax reports of the Capital, his tired green eyes skimming over the text with a hint of reluctance and laziness.
Today, delving into the intricacies of tax reports did not hold much necessity for him; every line inscribed within had already been seared into his memory. Nevertheless, Yanad discovered it less burdensome to immerse himself in the tedium of reading and committing to memory these dreadfully mundane records than to confront the complexities of familial matters or entertain Princess Melania, who persistently sought his company day after day.
