"How can you not inform the King about what you do here?"
Iria Alewine was in her chamber. Sitting on a bed, she was looking up at Prince Orius who didn't even react to her question.
"Is that necessary? It's not like I don't fulfil the task he gave me," Orius Aventine simply said.
The Commander let out a sigh. "Your Highness, His Majesty is worried about you. Can't you be more considerate of him?"
"This is none of your business." The Prince's voice was quite cold though he didn't raise his voice. "You might be getting better but you should still be careful for a while. I'll leave now."
He turned his back at the Commander and left in a hurry while Iria stared at him helplessly. What was wrong with him?
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