[NOUR]
He zoned out.
The prince, who had come to the palace because he couldn't face the loss of someone he considered a friend, had zoned out the moment Ferhat had called him" Young master" at the palace entrance.
He had walked alongside Zaire, head empty and eyes blank, like he didn't even know what he was doing here. He felt himself to be part of the meeting that the councilmen had, and he didn't say a word.
Not even when the custodian of his crown addressed him. Instead, he stayed zoned out, resting his head on Zaire's shoulder, something that had Ferhat and Farah worried, while everyone in the throne room was not sure what to make of it.
It was not the sight they expected of the crown prince of Acrod, honestly. Much less the ruby wolf of Acrod, who had made it his mission to terrorize everyone who went against what Acrod stood for.
Right now, he looked like just another wolf, and the longer Grant stared, the more familiar the sight was to him.
