Sitting at the table, a young man took a sip of his tea, his curly light-brown hair falling over his tan skin. He placed the cup on the wooden table and reached for a quill, writing with a kind of fervent focus.
"Dear beloved—"
He began to read what he'd written, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
Furrowing his brows, he turned toward it.
"What is it?" he demanded, his deep voice cutting through the stillness of the hotel room.
"Your Royal Highness, a letter has arrived for you—from the Emperor of Revhara," Ashwin, his attendant, announced as he opened the door. He bowed deeply before the Crown Prince of Danshin, his posture impeccable.
He took it and quickly skimmed through its content before tossing the letter aside with a groan, running a hand through his messy curls.
"Go to the palace," he muttered, mimicking the Emperor's deep voice. "As if I have nothing better to do," he scoffed.
