In the night, his amber eyes glowed particularly bright, almost like two reflective lights.
Daphne held her breath, wondering whether to say something. But what's more, she wanted to know what Korbin might have been hiding. Despite their promises, they each had their secrets after all, and it would be fake to say that she entirely trusted him.
Why would he be in this room this late into the night? From her understanding, all that was in this room was the plaque of his deceased brother, the brother that he had been constantly compared to throughout childhood.
And no matter how she tried to ask about the former Crown Prince, his responses were always dodgy. He didn't hate him, but that didn't mean that he would actually want to speak with his dead brother for so long and at this ungodly hour.
Then again, maybe he was just like her, and he too couldn't sleep and needed someone to talk to.