"My, who is this adorable little thing?" Asher's tone was laced with mock amusement, his eyes glinting as they lingered on Cashew.
Heinz's brows furrowed, the faintest twitch of irritation flashing across his face. "Cashew, why have you come here and…" His head tilted slightly, gaze narrowing. "Where's Azure?"
"Oh, he's with His Highness," Cashew replied quickly. "And I came here because I was looking for you—it's almost time for your dance with His Highness and, uh…"
His words trailed off as his gaze flicked toward Asher. Bowing nervously, he stammered, "H-Hello, I'm Cashew. Prince Florian's personal servant."
"A personal servant?" Asher chuckled, low and amused. "He really has it better here. And such a cute servant as well."
He moved forward with casual ease, though his looming presence made Cashew stiffen. The boy's eyes widened, and he instinctively stepped back.
'What is he doing?' Heinz's eyes hardened, following Asher's every move.
