Florian told Cashew everything that had happened during the summit presentation, from the very beginning to the end.
He didn't skip a single detail—not the tension in the air, not the bitter expressions of the dukes, not even the way he held himself tall and unshaken.
Cashew hung onto every word, his wide purple eyes sparkling with admiration and excitement, as if each part of Florian's story were a page in his favorite fairytale.
These were the moments Florian cherished the most. Moments where he felt like he was talking to Kaz again.
Where he was no longer Prince Florian, but just Aden—the ordinary office worker recounting a long, exhausting day to the person who made everything feel bearable.
Kaz would always listen with the same rapt attention Cashew had now. He'd cheer him on, call his bosses jerks, and say things like "You should've punched him in the face!"
