Unfortunately for Clyde, Vyan's reaction was as thrilling as watching paint dry.
Vyan, not being one for breakfast—because who needs food when you can have stress and work, right?—settled for a glass of juice and dove headfirst into his mountain of delayed tasks.
Outside his closed window, the picturesque scene of Iyana and Easton enjoying a breakfast date played out like a romantic comedy, but Vyan remained stubbornly glued to his office chair.
Clyde, however, couldn't resist sneaking peeks at the royal romance unfolding outside.
"Lady Iyana and Prince Easton could be waltzing on the table out there, and Vyan would still not leave that chair," he muttered under his breath, making sure his voice wasn't loud enough for Vyan to hear.
After all, his usual knack for snarky commentary was silenced by the sight of Vyan looking utterly swamped and stressed out.
