"My Lord," Ren began.
Zayden's brow furrowed, his chest tightening. It had been a while since Ren had called him that—so cold, so distant.
He pursed his lips, lowering his gaze, unsure how to respond.
"Yes?" he finally asked, voice quiet, cautious.
"You shouldn't have behaved like that with Eiran."
Zayden said nothing for a moment.
"But… lying is wrong."
Ren let out a faint scoff, almost mocking.
"You really think the world is perfect, don't you?"
"I never said so," Zayden replied.
"Really? You think omegas are getting all their rights, when in reality, there are barely any who are treated fairly in the empire."
Zayden narrowed his eyes, trying to follow, but failed.
"Life isn't a book," Ren continued. "Rules aren't followed. If anything, they are constantly broken, My Lord."
