"Where did you put the gift?" Eiran whispered, careful to keep enough distance from Ren as he tiptoed to reach Zayden's ear. However, due to his shorter height, Zayden had to lean down.
"It's in my pocket. Don't worry," Zayden chuckled, gently patting the boy's back.
"What are you two doing?" Ren asked, eyes narrowing. They had been acting strange for the past few days, always whispering among themselves.
"It's a matter between father and son!" Eiran declared, sticking his tongue out teasingly. "And you won't know."
"Exactly," Zayden added, straightening his posture.
"Hah…" Ren sighed. What was he supposed to do with these two? Instead of growing up, it seemed Eiran had become even more childish—and Zayden was no different, behaving just like him.
Soon, they arrived outside the main palace. Most of the carriages were already gone—meaning they were among the few that hadn't departed yet.
