Ashe Pov
“Where’s my mother?” Arion looked up from the spot on the ground he was sweeping, his eyebrow raised in disbelief. I watched as he lifted his hand, scratching his head, his light brown waves shaking as he sighed. Arion placed the broom against the wall, before walking over to me. Anyone else, he would have been more hesitant. The servants were treated the worst out of everyone, and I was a prince after all. But it was me, and Arion was used to me. He walked up to me and pressed his hand against my forehead, not caring in the least as another servant walked by, gasping at the way he was boldly touching a prince. Despite the way my mother treated me, I was still a prince, even if I was seen as a joke. “What are you doing?” I asked Arion, staring at him with confusion clear on m
