"How does he treat you?" Rider asked from the side as he gazed at Tiara with calm eyes, a faint flicker of pity visible behind his black pupils. After all, as the son of the Titan King, he knew no hardship, nor anything remotely comparable to what Tiara was currently passing through, making her circumstances feel distant and almost incomprehensible to him.
His life was simply... blissful.
Just waking up, training in the ways of cultivation, training in the way of Royal matters, and that was all. There were no hidden struggles, no suffocating expectations forced upon him beyond what he could easily bear. He was practically allowed to do whatever he wanted, with no restrictions or chains placed upon him, a level of freedom that most could only dream of but would never attain.
"Who?" Tiara asked.
"He means your soon-to-be husband," Bringer stated before Rider could speak.
