"I'm ready for it, Your Highness," Idris said with determination. "I won't let you down."
A proud smile curved Casaio's lips. "I know you won't," he said warmly. "You have a strong heart, Idris."
Zilia placed a gentle hand on her brother's head, affectionately ruffling his hair. Her eyes lingered on him before shifting to Casaio.
"So… when will he leave for the academy?" she asked softly. "And what about his admission, the fees, the supplies, how will it all be arranged?"
"I've already taken care of everything," Casaio assured her. "His place is confirmed, and everything he'll need has been arranged."
Zilia gave a small nod. "You can fill me in on the details later," she said. "I should get back to the kitchen, the food might burn."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and quickly walked out.
"Your Highness, when I grow up and start earning, I'll definitely—"
