"The Prince' reappearance"
Xyriel quivered in fear, his voice shaky as he slowly backed away from the unknown man who had startled him. I remained vigilant, trying to comprehend the unfolding situation.
"W-why are you h-here?" Xyriel stammered, his eyes filled with apprehension.
The stranger wore a cheerful smile and continued to approach Xyriel. Sensing Xyriel's unease, I intervened by stepping between them, holding Xyriel's hands to comfort him and prevent the stranger from getting closer.
With a stern gaze, I asked the unknown man, "Who are you?" He responded by glaring back at me.
"I should be asking you the same question," he retorted, a standoff unfolding as we sought to understand each other's motives and identities.
"I am one of Xyriel's closest friends and a person he trusts," I replied calmly, my eyes fixed on the unfamiliar man. "And you are?" I inquired again, maintaining an air of confidence.