"W-What did you want to talk with me about, Your Highness?" Cashew stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His small hands gripped the edge of the bed nervously.
Right now, Florian and Cashew sat side by side at the edge of Heinz's grand bed.
The silken sheets beneath them were undisturbed, but the tension in the room was unmistakable—thick and trembling like a storm about to break.
After Florian's intense conversation with Heinz, he knew he couldn't delay any longer. The next step had to start with Cashew.
Florian reached out slowly, gently placing a hand atop Cashew's soft curls and stroking them with quiet care. Beneath his other hand, resting on his lap, lay Azure—the small blue dragon.
He was acting feisty and full of little huffs and growls, though he now lay still and heavy, as if even he sensed the weight of what was about to happen.
His tail flicked once in irritation before going still again.
But Florian?
