"Your Highness, what are you thinking about?" Questioned Oliver who had been reporting something to Hamon.
Hamon had been gazing moodily outside the window with his arms folded. His crimson eyes lost its focus but turned clear again at Oliver's question, but he didn't turn away from the window as he replied,
"Nothing, just some old memories..."
Presently, Hamon's gaze was turned towards the maids quarters outside the window. He didn't have many good memories of the castle in his previous life. Perhaps it was only natural, he had a very lonely and unhappy childhood.
From the moment he was born, he didn't stay at the main palace, but was raised at the maids quarters, because his mother was a humble maid of queen Merona. He had grown up not knowing his father was a king until he turned six years old.
