Chaos of Concern

Kairan opened his eyes and found himself standing in his dimply lit chamber again, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the thick curtains. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the handkerchief that Meredia had insisted he take.

Holding it up to the light, he examined it closely. The fabric was delicate, embroidered with bright flowers that seemed to almost mock the dark, austere style of his surroundings. His brows furrowed as he ran his fingers over the soft material.

"Why the hell did I accept this?" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness. "A handkerchief with bright flowers... completely opposite of my taste. And to top it all, it's used."

He sighed, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and something else he couldn't quite place.

A harm to my royal ego, ut strangely, I don't feel harmed.