"Young, handsome, noble, and with those big brown eyes that sparkled like stars when he talked about his dream of building a Kingdom for everyone. Lochra and I took interest in him but sadly, he was already taken." Menadion shook her head in disappointment.
"Sadly." Tyris echoed, her voice oozing mockery and sarcasm.
"Win some, lose some." Menadion shrugged, completely missing the Guardian's point.
"Mo-enadion!" The dreamy way Ripha talked about the First King sounded like a betrayal to Solus. No matter if her father wasn't even born back then, Solus found it an insult to Threin's memory.
"What?" Menadion replied in confusion.
"Go back to the story and please skip useless details." Solus' voice was calm, but the fire in her eyes told Menadion that she was in trouble for some reason.
