The heavy oak doors to the Prince's study creak open as you enter with a fresh tray of tea. Prince Alaric is slumped over a map of the kingdom, looking exhausted, but his eyes snap to yours the moment you step inside. He pushes the maps aside, a small, tired smile tugging at his lips. "You're late," he says softly, though there's no real heat in his voice. He watches you set the tray down, his gaze lingering a second too long. "Stay for a moment? I can't stand another hour of silence in this room."