My arrogant ROYAL.

Side story: Part Eleven.

(I switched to the third pov because I'm writing many stories in the third POV. )
(About the constitution. I made shit up don't kill me.)

As the week unfolded, Adar found himself increasingly enthralled by the tender moments he shared with Evan. The gentle caresses, soft whispers, and sweet kisses had become an integral part of his daily existence, and he reveled in every second of it. The Prince, once a distant figure, had transformed into a loving companion, catering to Adar's every desire with unwavering devotion.

Their strolls through the lush gardens, hand in hand, were a serene escape from the chaos of the royal office. The warmth of their shared showers, the softness of their entwined bodies, and the quiet moments of introspection they shared, all blended together in a beautiful symphony of love and connection.

Adar's heart swelled with emotion as he realized that Evan had become his sanctuary, his haven, and his home. He couldn't imagine a life without him, and the thought of their time together coming to an end was unbearable. As the days passed, Adar found himself surrendering to the depths of his feelings, and he knew that he would never let go of this love, this passion, and this sense of belonging.

Prince Adar's concern was palpable as he questioned Ellison in his royal office.

"I've noticed a peculiar absence of messages from the village holder, who typically reports any issues or grievances from the villagers. Is there a problem that's preventing these updates from reaching me?"

Ellison's response was revealing, "Actually, Your Highness, your father, the king, has suspended the delivery of the village holder's folder to the palace, citing boredom with predictable problems. This has been the case for at least three months, surprisingly unnoticed by you until now."

Prince Adar's eyes widened in astonishment, his mind reeling from the revelation. He had been so engrossed in studying the ancient kingdom constitution, seeking ways to modernize and liberalize the outdated laws, that he had been oblivious to the significant change. His vision for a more open and progressive society, where the monarchy served the people, not just itself, now seemed threatened.

"What was my father thinking?" Adar wondered aloud. "The fundamental duty of a leader is to serve and protect his people. By neglecting the village holder's reports, he's abandoning that responsibility. It's almost as if he's inviting rebellion and risking the very throne itself." Adar's temples throbbed with tension as he struggled to process the implications. All he truly craved in that moment was a comforting embrace, a fleeting respite from the weight of his responsibilities.

Prince Adar dispatched Ellison to the village with a clear mission: retrieve the long-overdue file from the village holder and request a prioritized categorization of tasks using a color-coded system - red for urgent and yellow for less pressing matters. This would enable Adar to focus on the most critical issues first. As soon as Ellison departed, Adar immersed himself once again in the kingdom's constitution, determined to modernize its archaic provisions.

He scribbled notes in his journal, identifying outdated clauses that required revision. The sheer volume of changes needed was daunting, but Adar was resolute in his commitment to reform, driven by his desire to improve the lives of his people. With each annotated paragraph, his conviction grew: the struggle to transform the monarchy would be worth it, if it meant a brighter future for his subjects.

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Adar's exhaustion was palpable as he collapsed onto their shared bed, his weary eyes locking onto Evan's concerned gaze.

"You look tired," Evan said, his voice laced with empathy. Adar's sigh was a mixture of frustration and desperation.

"I know. I've been drowning in the village folder's backlog. My father's decision to halt its delivery has left me with a monumental task. I'm overwhelmed."