Four years had passed quickly.
Idris is completely healed, but sometimes he can’t help but to think about his father’s death whenever his mind is not occupied with work.
Just like now, he was daydreaming about his father beside him teaching him about his duties as a duke, but his thoughts were interrupted when a loud bang of the door reached his ears.
He turned his head to the door to see the person who didn’t ask permission and suddenly came into his work hours.
Idris has a clue already, but he still faces the person to confirm his conclusion, “Your grace!” a young boy happily greeted while running toward his seat.
“Your highness!” He cheered and opened his arms.
The 3-year-old boy giggled when his older brother lifted him.
“You’re here again, your highness.”
“Hmm!”
“Did you
