"How have you been?"
Lucien, the second prince of Krivos Kingdom, asked, tilting his head.
"Asher."
Akamir looked at the three sturdy boys standing behind Lucien.
They looked like they would bark if Lucien told them to.
"Who do you want, prince?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
Lucien turned around. "Follow me quietly."
Akamir stood still for a while before he eventually followed behind him.
"He can kill you," Nayomi said, floating beside him. "Why bother with him anyway?"
"He knows I framed Morris," Akamir whispered. "He may be annoying, but he still is one of the anomalies that I have to look out for."
She quietly nodded without any other word.
Lucien led Akamir through a series of quiet hallways.
The guards behind them moved in perfect sync like dogs on a leash, trained to intimidate.
They eventually reached a private lounge carved into the side of the academy building.
Though still in the first-year building, they were still far away from the class.
