'The one holding the title of Crown Prince can be changed, is that what you are trying to say?'
Chance gritted his teeth as he shot a glance at his father. The King of Antares felt his gaze and met directly with his eyes.
They stared at each other and without a doubt, Chance was right. His grip on his fork and knife got tighter and he averted his gaze from the King to continue eating.
Trails of sweat traveled down the side of his forehead as he went into a daze, 'This warning may be just to scare me, but he might not do it for real.' he thought.
He does not believe that King Cadell will remove him from the position of Crown Prince, there was no way he would do that to Charles Howard, the son he favors the most.
'There has not even many days passed since the birthday celebration of mine as an official Crown Prince, how dare he threaten me with it.'
