"You are beautiful, but I don't think an emperor would ever be cowering like a dying rabbit alone in a maze," Irene crossed her arms, her tone cold and unrelenting. "If you're unwell, what are you doing out here? Aren't you just causing trouble for those around you?"
Daniel was astonished, but a part of him looked more upset than angered by her words. His brows furrowed, and as he turned his head, the prince hugged his knees. "Well sorry I'm that pitiful. It's not like I ever wanted to be the stupid king anyways. But I have to do what everyone else wants or I'll be thrown away."
Irene sighed, taking a seat beside the petulant little prince and gently brushing down her skirt. "So? What is it that you're doing here, Your Highness?" She asked him, realising there must have been a reason for
