For me, if being first isn't because of luck, usually it was about being a favorite, but in this story, the first prince of the kingdom of Phemolria has both.
We did not spend much time in the woods, we only spent a few hours before we went back, but the prince's mood was still the same. Still unreadable, but I knew he was sad and longing for that person.
It was only a few minutes before we were back in the public market. Atlas was already waiting on the horse's spot and watching our arrival.
From his expression, he seemed to know immediately what had happened.
It seemed like he was making sure of how he would ask the prince.
"You didn't catch the guy, Your Majesty?" he asked.
I bowed for a moment when Atlas's eyes fell on me. He read the movements of Leo and me.
"No," he sparingly
