alhaitham sat in his office chair, working on paperwork. kaveh, his highness himself, saunters in in his usually giddy mood.

"my my, if it isn't the scribe himself, alhaitham~" kaveh chuckled, pressing his hand on the desk and leaning his weight on his arm, watching over the scribe's work and ensuring his work is nothing but flawless.

"my prince, what's gotten you in such a good mood?" alhaitham glanced coldly at the prince, his deadpan expression never once faltering as he puts his pen down.