Banters
"Where is she?"
Old han continued polishing his inkstone not looking up.
"She waited for the entire night, young man." He said without looking up.
He put down the polishing stone picking up a brush and continued drawing skilled strokes around the inkstone.
"I was delayed by my ….the eldest royal prince." Steven explained. If it was before he wouldn't bother humbly asking the old man and would just stride inside the cottage forcefully. But his own brother's betrayal seemed to turn him into a more calm headed person.
Old han paused his movements. He looked up, squinting his eyes to take a good look at the youngest prince in front of him. The last time he met him was by accident. Despite being concerned about Riwansa, unfortunately he didn't get an opportunity to examine this lad closely.
Unlike what the rumours say about him being a careless irresponsible playboy he clearly appeared to be sensible and quite thoughtful.