"Your Highness!" Idris bowed the moment he spotted Casaio standing beside the car. Then, breaking formality, he rushed forward and hugged him tightly.
Casaio chuckled softly and patted the boy's head. "Easy there," he said as Idris stepped back, grinning.
"Why did you suddenly ask for a day's leave for me?" Idris asked, curiosity lighting up his eyes.
"Get in the car first," Casaio replied, opening the passenger door for him. He took Idris's backpack, placing it neatly on the back seat before moving behind the wheel.
"Ready?" he asked, glancing sideways.
"Yes!" Idris answered eagerly, his excitement barely contained.
As the car joined the highway, Casaio finally spoke again. "I heard you're going to be the class president for the next three months."
Idris nodded proudly. "Yes. But… many think I got it easily because of my ties to the royal family." His tone turned determined. "So, I've decided to prove them wrong, to show I can be a real leader on my own."
