"Spare me, you and I have different routines, I sit with the governess all day while you train in the barracks," Amira said to him with a tinge of frustration in her voice.
"Why do you make it sound so effortless and enjoyable?"
"Isn't it?" she responded, her tone heavy with sarcasm.
Zyran couldn't help but chuckle softly, choosing to keep his thoughts to himself.
Danielle grasped her spoon tightly, her knuckles turning white as she watched their exchange.
As everyone dispersed to begin their daily activities. She hurried out of the dining room, tracking Zyran's footsteps closely.
"Zyran?" she called out, catching up to him.
"Are you heading to the barracks?" she inquired, and Zyran responded curtly.
"I am on my way there as well. I've been idle in the palace. I need to work my hand a bit. I suppose I'm not as accustomed to the soft life," she remarked with a chuckle.
Amira glanced up at Zyran as he nodded.
