[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Verdantis]
[Capital City]
("I really don't understand it.")
The thought lingered at the forefront of Aerinon's mind as he wandered through the castle corridors with no particular destination. His hands remained tucked inside his coat pockets, each footstep sounding through the stone beneath him. Servants passed now and then, offering respectful bows as they hurried along their duties, yet he scarcely acknowledged them. His lone eye remained fixed ahead, his expression as unreadable as ever.
("Is my personality truly that much of a problem?")
The question refused to leave him.
It was not frustration or insecurity, simply something he had yet to arrive at an answer for. Lyra had repeated the sentiment more than once. Alyssia had made no effort whatsoever to hide her dislike towards him.
Even Lucinda, though considerably kinder, had looked at him with an expression that suggested there was something fundamentally lacking.
