Landon paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. “I can’t believe him!” His frustration was palpable, as it always was with his younger brother. “He snuck off to the girls' dorm again. I swear, he’s going to get caught and suspended this time!” His rant went on and on, like a broken record playing the same tired tune.

It was true—Landon and Killian couldn’t be more different. Landon was the heir to the kingdom, always in the spotlight, while Killian preferred to stay out of it. Not many could blame him for that.

Landon usually came here to escape, hiding in the school's rustic old library. In the back, there was a cozy, quiet lounge area known only to a few.

After his rant, Landon collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing his face in frustration, then his chin, trying to shake off the tension.

“I just don’t know what to do with him anymore,” his tone indicating he was giving up.