Chapter 121: It Will Not End Well
The Crown Prince idly turned another page of yet another thick tome containing the yearly tax reports of the Capital, his tired green eyes skimming over the text with a hint of reluctance and laziness.
Today, delving into the intricacies of tax reports did not hold much necessity for him; every line inscribed within had already been seared into his memory. Nevertheless, Yanad discovered it less burdensome to immerse himself in the tedium of reading and committing to memory these dreadfully mundane records than to confront the complexities of familial matters or entertain Princess Melania, who persistently sought his company day after day.
’The constraints of social decorum weigh heavily upon my daily tasks. I fail to comprehend why I must entertain that woman when I have far more important matters to attend to. As I aspire to ascend the throne, I must ready myself for any eventuality and present nothing short of impeccable outcomes to the House of Nobles. The wedding day draws near... I can only pray that she will cease her incessant pursuit of my company thereafter.’
Yanad’s exceptional ability to concentrate, invaluable during his study sessions, failed him today as he remained oblivious to the intrusion of another person within the quiet confines of the royal library.
Suddenly, an open white envelope landed in front of him, covering the numbers and letters on the book’s old pages, causing the Crown Prince to flinch and raise his head to identify the intruder.
"Valon?"
"Good morning, brother!" Valon’s thin lips spread into a wide grin, his piercing green eyes fixed on the envelope he had just tossed before his brother. "You have been cooped up in here for several days already! Don’t you think it is time you took some rest? Your wedding ceremony is fast approaching, and you must present your best self for the bride!"
Yanad could not help but furrow his eyebrows in irritation; he had hoped that at least his younger brother would be sensible enough to avoid mentioning the dreaded wedding.
Returning his gaze to the envelope, he finally inquired,