For reasons Liera still didn't fully grasp, the Crown Prince of the entire kingdom had an uncanny talent for appearing utterly unbothered by the world. Perhaps it was youth or simply the sort of confidence that came from having people bow to you before they even learned your name.
Whatever it was, Herschel managed to carry it with him even now, seated lazily on the cushioned bench of his private study, one leg stretched too far and his hair slightly mussed as though he had run a hand through it one too many times. And he had, judging by the faint static clinging to the ends.
Liera tried not to stare at the unruly strands. She was supposed to be checking his pulse and magically assessing the state of his mana flow, not silently diagnosing the emotional state that caused a grown prince to fidget like a child waiting for supper.
