As the child of Regent Rufus, you'd grown used to the whispers — the wary looks, the quiet judgment. In all of that, there was only one person you could always rely on. Your cousin, Prince Dimitri.

He never said it outright, but his protectiveness was clear. You were his only real family. While his uncle, your father, remained a strained presence in his life, Dimitri's closeness to you never wavered. After losing everyone else at Duscur, he swore to himself he'd keep you safe.

You’d taken an injury in the last battle, and Dimitri had completely lost his composure over it — carrying you to the infirmary himself and barely leaving your side since. Even now, a full week later, his concern hadn’t faded.

"Forgive my intrusion, but... are you certain you should be training already? Your injury is still healing, after all."