Then another thought surfaced.
Kiara.
That troublesome woman.
That uncontrollable variable.
A headache immediately followed.
"What am I supposed to do with her?"
His smile became bitter.
"She is running across the continent doing whatever she pleases."
Another sigh escaped him.
"It is difficult being a prince."
He watched the stars.
For a brief moment, he envied ordinary people.
A farmer.
A merchant.
A scholar.
Anyone.
People whose decisions affected only their families rather than entire kingdoms.
Then he shook his head.
"The sky does not ask the mountain whether it wishes to carry snow."
His expression returned to normal.
"There is no point worrying about things beyond one's control."
With that, he rejoined the others.
***
The following dawn arrived quietly at the Mirage Clan.
Arceus Silver stood before Kiara.
His brows remained furrowed.
The worry in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Kiara smiled softly.
She reached out and cupped his face.
