After dinner, Floren led Aster and Tuskan to his office. He sat on his chair, separated with a mahogany table, he saw two grim faces glaring at him, demanding for an explanation. Floren cleared his throat and resumed his babysitting, "Sir Aster and Sir Tuskan must have questions about this arrangement. First—"
"Wait, wait!" Tuskan interrupted, "Why did you address him first since the beginning? You should address me first, I'm the king!"
"T—Then, Sir Tuskan and Sir Aster—"
"Why did you will follow his rule? Are you a Camellian!?" Aster protested, "I should be addressed first! This is Golden Camellia!"
"You! What is your problem?" Tuskan scowled, "I have better importance here!"
"What? I have the right to demand priority! I have a business to talk to here!" Aster didn't want to lose and glared at Tuskan.
"Sir, please calm down…" Floren said anxiously. He started sweating again.
