"How dare they?" Raigon growled through seethed teeth.
He clenched his mighty fist and thumped on his plush chair.
Duke Andras and Lord Vigo had scarcely left the Castle.
"You're fortunate I stuck my oars in and defended you from the duo."
King Artair reacted. They were now alone in the solar.
"Vigo was meaner of the two, though. Perhaps envious of my better fortune than him."
The eldest of the offspring of their deceased grandfather is his beloved father, King Artair.
He was naturally the legitimate heir. And is undoubtedly the most capable son of the King. He was traditionally the next in line.
"I may not be as combatant and as brave as Vigo is. But my noble heart for the paramount safety and economic prosperity of Terra is genuine and sincere. Just like my devoted King."
"Get a hold of yourself, my child. Don't let those two affect you."
King Artair nonchalantly sipped on his chamomile tea.
