Soren was too focused on the pile of papers on his desk, going through every name on the guest list and making sure the invitations had been sent to each and every one of them.
When he heard the knock on the door, he responded with a low hum without looking up. The door cracked open, and he heard footsteps approaching.
"What is it?" he asked, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Is that how you speak to a friend who came to visit you personally?" a familiar voice answered.
Soren sprang to his feet, dropping the documents onto the desk, eyes wide.
"What are you doing here, Enzo?!"
Without waiting for an answer, he rushed toward the man and reached out to help him walk.
Enzo chuckled, standing still without budging.
"You've become strong," the crown prince remarked.
"Your mother has been training me all this time," the other man replied, heading toward the couch, limping as he put his weight on the cane he carried.
