"My King. I have brought them."
The Naga servant bowed deeply and gestured at the two young boys walking shoulder to shoulder, prompting Oliyar to snap out of his daydream about the Upper Realm and glance down at the two boys.
"Hisss..."
The four Princes that stood beside him hissed quietly in disapproval, but they knew not to act up in the presence of their father.
Their glares were mostly directed at Berkah, but even the youngest Prince recieved his fair share, but he just shrugged it off, as if it was something he was used to.
"Vishaka..."
The King spoke, his deep voice seeping into the youngest Prince's frame.
"Yes father?"
Vishaka, the youngest Prince slightly bowed his head, averting his gaze from his father as a sign of respect.
"What is that boy that you have brought to me?"
Oliyar asked, his expression a painting of boredom and disassociation.
