@small-illusionist
Ayumu was sitting outside, sketching on one of his blank scrolls. His caretakers, didnât mind leaving the youth to his own devices. They were more just thankful the boy was up and about on his feet after years of illness.
It was at that moment he could hear the feint sounds of someone coming up the path.
âHmm?â
The area was rather secluded, so for the most part mainly his mother and father came to visit, especially the former. But Ayumu knew they wouldnât be due for a visit in at least a few more months, given his motherâs position at the side of the crown prince of Hoshido.
He pulled himself up, curious to see who the visitor was.













