Zavior kept scrolling through the virtual story of life in his room, looking for more jigsaw pieces on the screen. Once a haven for detective work, the room was now filled with the muffled conversations between the two men and the gentle hum of the laptop.
"Seems like your sister's not one to shy away from the limelight," Zavior remarked, his tone neutral as he navigated through the online representation of Clara's return to the palace.
Christon sighed, a mix of frustration and concern etching his features. "She always had a knack for finding trouble," he quipped, a wry smile playing on his lips.
"Seems like she hasn't got rid of her foolish thoughts," Zavior muttered, his eyes fixed on the screen as he continued to scroll through the pictures of the welcome ball. With every swipe, the digital story emerged, showcasing moments that exuded luxury and mystery.
