Percival couldn’t help but always feel bad for his little brother for making him worry about the Kingdom and its people when he was out there, roaming around and living his best life with his wife.
He looked down as he said in a soft mumble, “And you weren’t the only reason why I didn’t want to go back to Sorvando even after you nursed me back to my full health.”
Percival recalled back to the time when he had found himself in a stranger’s house after running away from an unexpected battle, half unconscious because of some unknown poison.
The first thing that he had seen after regaining consciousness were the locks of gorgeous red hair that floated towards his eyes after being hit by a sudden gust of wind. The aroma that entered his nose suddenly woke up the dormant predator side of his. And he had almost instantly pinned down the owner of that red hair.
