"I will bring Eiran with me," Soren stated, holding the child's hand.
Zayden folded his arms, looking at Rihan, eyes narrowed.
"Isn't that Crown Prince Rihan?"
Soren nodded, following his brother's gaze.
The man was digging at the snow with his boots as he kept staring at the shop in front of him through the glass window.
"Why is he here? Isn't he supposed to meet with the Emperor?"
Soren didn't answer, coughing.
"I will bring him to the palace. Meanwhile, both of you stay back," he paused, trying to find an excuse for why the two should stay behind.
"Why?" Ren asked, blinking. "We can return right away, Your Imperial Highness."
"No," the Imperial Crown Prince shook his head almost immediately. "I—" he looked around, trying to find a reason. "I need a new outfit. Zayden knows my size, and I trust your fashion sense," he smiled brightly. "Eiran, let's go," he said quickly, walking away from the two men who simply looked at him, confused.
