hey, why do you keep that boy around, anyway? what's his name... lancer? he's been nothing but a nuisance, hasn't he? c'mon, you have to admit i'm kind of right.
he'd been standing at his caldron, making something or the
other, when he was casually approached. he'd been all smiles,
happy to help, always, 'what's on your mind, hm?', he said. the
other hemmed and hawed, whether or not they should say it. ✨
'...hey, why do you keep that boy around, anyway?', ralsei freezes, immediately,
mid-stir, eyes widened, a little. they continue anyway, pressing the topic, and. ✨
CRUNCH! the large, wooden utensil the prince held suddenly
splinters, it doesn't quite snap in half, but there's certainly been
noticeable damage done to it. he releases it then, for now. ✨
'uh, princey...?', the darkner says, a mix of surprise and nervousness
on their face. ralsei half-turns, glaring daggers at the other, now. it
certainly wasn't an expression often seen on the softhearted prince. ✨
" leave that boy's name off your tongue, before i come over, and cut it
out. " he states, firm, tone level, but the anger behind it was obvious. ✨
" the only nuisance to me, is you, for saying such a thing to me, so
boldly. lancer is my friend, i cannot say the same about you. " he's
closer to the other now, looming over them a bit with his height. ✨
" now, out of my sight. and, if you are to speak again, i would think ab
-out your words carefully. " he points, over their shoulder, to the large
castle door behind them. he stares down at them, until they finally
stop stammering, and turn to leave, quickly. almost scrambling. ✨
there's a soft grumble, then. he quietly turns back
to his caldron, still huffing a bit, 'unbelievable...!' ✨
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