"You're acting strange today."
Crown Prince Arin glanced at Iria who was sitting opposite him. It hadn't been long since he returned from the camp and the two were currently having dinner in the dining room.
"How?" Iria Alewine asked.
"You keep on staring at me," Arin calmly said with a subtle smile on his lips. Then he puts down his spoon and asked, "Did something happen?"
Iria Alewine quickly shifted her gaze. "I don't know I do that," she muttered and added, "Everything is fine."
"You spent most of your time in your chamber these days and to be honest, I'm quite worried about you," the Crown Prince muttered. "Your leg is already fine and I'm not forbidding you to go out either. Why do you suddenly love staying indoors?"
Iria remained quiet for a while before she responded, "I'm just tired. I don't feel like going out these days."