The temperature had dropped even further, and the dullness in his eyes was unwaveringly calm as he focused his gaze on the frozen lake.
River stood behind him, his gaze fixed on the frozen lake. He was wondering what caught Cyrus' attention there. Cyrus had always come to the lake at night, and River had always followed him.
They always talked about trivial matters there, but it wasn't long before they realized they were almost similar. They were burdened with responsibilities.
Cyrus had a large kingdom to rule, and River's was on the horizon.
According to his father, he was weak and under his sister's shadow because she was the one receiving the hardest and toughest training, but he never felt that way because Ophelia had never placed him over her shoulder or made him feel inferior to her. Their bond was unbreakable.
"I envy you." Cyrus said this without looking at him.
"Why?" River arched her brow.
