You bet that after watching the little performance of Reinhold the Future Hero, it was all that Prince Qui was able to think about. His siblings were already eating, and he was there, holding an apple to his mouth but was not biting. Behind his eyes, all he could see was how the blade caught the light, how slight and graceful Reinhold's body and actions were. It was like Reinhold was singing, and he wanted to dance along with the beat (and he never danced at that point yet).
His hands itched, and his heart started to beat fast in his chest. He imagined a grown version of himself, doing the exact movements and being that precise, and fighting four men at once and emerging victorious still. Now, that was the kind of thing that he would like to see himself be doing. None of this political crap.
