Theron sat on the side edge of his bed. His room was dimly lit by the soft light of a single opened lamp on his nightstand, casting long shadows on the walls.
"Finally, I can rest…" He sighed as the events of the day replayed back in his mind.
'What a day…' he thought, running a hand through his hair. He leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as he tried to process everything that had happened.
His day had started like any other, with training and practice, but it had quickly spiraled into something far more unexpected with meeting Royce. It was funny to think that he had met the King not just once, but three times, each encounter becoming more surprising than the last.
And now, he had been offered the chance to become the Crown Prince's study partner—a proposition that he didn't know whether he'd accept or not.
