Strolling by the garden pond within the palace, his steps were deliberate, and his eyes frequently shifted towards a person seated under the resting shelter.

He had been pacing on the same spot for an hour, uncertain of how to approach you. He had an unsettled feeling about you.

The cloudy sky only added to his anxiety, as he hoped it wouldn't rain. "What are you reading?" he asked, his voice a blend of firmness and softness, his gaze shifting down to the scroll and then back to your face.