Airen's POV
As we walk downstairs, I can hear the staff in the castle whisper as they see their prince.
"He is so cute," One lady says.
"Look at his little crown," Another says, and I smile at Arlolon, who is walking proudly next to me.
He looks cute with his wrinkle little face and the crown on his head. I carry him carefully as I do not want to drop him. He is still so young and fragile. Arlolon looks so big against him and me. I am proud of my king and my son. They are my whole life, and if something should ever happen to any one of them, I will not be able to live any longer. I know it sounds dramatic, but it is true. I love them with all my heart and spirit. Isha and Kurnous have truly blessed me, and I wonder how our son will turn out someday. We will teach him the old ways, an
