Zach and Lake sat staring at one another until Kalta knocked at the door, “prince, the reports…”
“Come in! It’s your house. You don’t need permission to enter your room.” Lake said, leaning on the chair, balancing it on its back legs. Kalta walked in with scrolls and paperworks.
Zach got up, “it’s called manners, in case you didn’t know. Anyway, Kalta can I visit the lands?”
Kalta bowed, “of course, my lord. Please be at home.”
“Thank you.”
“Why don’t you stay here, Zach? We can go roam around later…” Zach interrupted Lake.
“It’s your private affair. It is considerate of me to give you some personal space.” Zach walked out of the room.
“Why is he so cold? It chills my bones. What do you think about it, Kalta?” Lake said, looking at the paperworks Kalta brought in.
“About what, pri
