One Elven Prince certainly had a lot to pray for. But between twins, some things just had to be shared.
Like how the alleged Elven Crown Prince back in Lumira Galaxy ought to pray for the smooth success of his own carefully laid plans.
Prince Eren lounged comfortably behind his desk, one arm draped over the armrest as if the day itself had decided to behave. The ambient light of Lumira filtered through tall windows, catching on polished surfaces and making everything look far more agreeable than it had any right to be.
Across from him, his aide stood with impeccable posture.
"Your Highness," Bram said, bowing as he presented the report. "I have received updates regarding Prince Elior's remaining schedule."
"Oh?" Eren replied, tilting his head slightly. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, the kind that suggested he had been waiting for this. "Did they change it?"
