{Third Person}
Later that evening, the Alpha Prince's residence had finally fallen into a rare kind of peace.
The cold breeze drifting through the veranda carried the faint scent of approaching winter, brushing lightly against the curtains and rustling the trees beyond the courtyard.
The sky above had already darkened, leaving only the warm glow of the hanging lanterns to light the space.
Alexander sat comfortably on one side of the veranda, leaning back with one arm resting against the chair. His posture looked relaxed, but the faint look in his eyes suggested that his mind was far from quiet.
Across from him, Barron was doing what he did best. Talking endlessly.
"I'm telling you," Barron said enthusiastically, crossing one leg over the other, "winter hunting is completely different. It's more difficult, which makes it more fun."
Alexander's brows twitched faintly.
