The Problem With The Plague

Seeing his wife who was trying to ignore his presence so that she could concentrate on her reading, Tristan Castelof chuckled and ruffled her hair. Lena frowned at his action.

"It's only afternoon," she sighed. "Aren't you busy?"

"I have a meeting," the Crown Prince responded. "Mother is both giving us a hard time these days. She won't do anything and leave all the work to me, saying that it's time for me to handle everything."

"Good for you. You won't have much time to play around with me anymore," the Crown Princess remarked and simply read again; much to the frustration of her young husband.

"Then read all you want," he bluntly said. "I'm leaving for the meeting."

As he made his way to the door, Lena glanced at him and sigh. But it was soon followed by a little smile.

Why was he so childish these days?

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