"We grew together but now I no longer remember his voice… how he looked…"
The sadness of her words seeped somewhere deep inside Alyssane, becoming a cold bitter ache. She gazed at one of the portraits and murmured, "He looks just like the Emperor."
"...I will inform His Majesty," Seraphina faintly smiled, but it dimmed soon in sorrow, "Every time I see him, the Emperor asks if there had been any words from the Crown Prince."
Alyssane frowned, "Why doesn't he stay in the palace?"
She had brushed away this question earlier. Everyone spoke of how the Emperors would go to all lengths to keep their throne, even if it meant murdering their blood. She had thought there may have been some tension between Kazmun and the Emperor.
But hearing Seraphina's words left her uncertain.
