"Your Highness, as per your instructions, I have relocated Miss Melody's belongings to the room you designated for her within the palace," Zerah reported with a respectful bow.
"Excellent work, Zerah," Prince Izaak commended, his tone warm with approval.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Zerah smiled, bowing his head slightly. After a brief pause, he added, "It seems that Prince Izaak is preparing to take Miss Melody as his wife," his eyes twinkling with a hint of curiosity.
Prince Izaak's smile broadened for a few moments, his eyes reflecting a his fondness for Melody. He then gave a gentle nod, acknowledging Zerah's observation without further comment.
"Yes, Zerah. She is the one," Izaak replied.
Zerah was happy for his master. "I have prepared for the tomorrow's departure of Prince Izaak to the Land of Mistmoor," he informed him.
