Erets eyebrows furrow with a confused expression. He rubs his thumbs over his knuckles with anxiety.

“What do you mean, you’re demoting me from the heir?”

Eret spoke calmly, her voice echoing off the walls of the cold kingdom. Their eyes trailed up to study Dream’s mask as if it would betray his emotions.

“What’s the justification?”

She spoke with a tinge of annoyance at the man.