The moonlight bathed the castle gardens in a soft silver glow, illuminating the vibrant flowers and neatly trimmed hedges. Zedekiel and Ludiciel strolled along the cobblestone path, the quiet hum of nature surrounded them.
“How are you holding up?” Prince Ludiciel asked gently, breaking the silence.
Zedekiel glanced at his brother, understanding the true intent behind the question. Prince Ludiciel wasn’t asking about his health. He was asking about Ron.
“Bad,” Zedekiel admitted sighing heavily. “I can’t concentrate much on anything because he’s all I can think of. I keep thinking about what he's doing, how he's doing, whether he's eating or sleeping well. What I worry about the most is if he's at peace being sealed within his own body or if he's being tormented and if whoever possessed him is treating his body like the treasure it is."