"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty. You want us to fight those men?" Evlan reiterated the Crown Prince's words, his bafflement clear in his voice.
"Do tell if you believe that you won't defeat any of them. This is not a command but a request."
Evlan's mouth was agape. In truth, he didn't know how to deal with a member of the royal family, much less an aristocrat. It didn't help that the Crown Prince had no expression on his countenance. No, it's more like he couldn't look long enough to discern any. The aura of the Crown Prince was one that Evlan didn't desire to be bathed with.
He found it difficult to breathe around the Crown Prince.
It was as if a single mistake in their response could cost them their lives.
