Arin Helev was in the camp of the Royal Army. Though he can't spend much time there like he did when he was the Crown Prince, he always made sure to check on them from time to time. His friend was doing a great job in handling the army.
Standing on top of the pavilion which was a few metres above the ground, his gaze was fixated on the training of the soldiers but... his mind was somewhere else.
It had been a week since Emperor Kalos returned to his empire and what the Emperor told him bothered him since then.
He was worried about Iria.
Trying to figure out what might make her wish to leave, he finds it hard to concentrate on other things. However...
Hanson Lorin came to him and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "What are you thinking?"
The young King stared at his best friend who was always in a good mood ever since he married the woman he loved since childhood. Then he let out a sigh. "You don't have to know," he bluntly replied.