An insult from the left and an insult from the right.
Every word the Seventh Prince spoke made the thick skinned guards blush hard making it very weird yet funny to look at.
They want to open their mouths and say, "It is not like we want to work here either. Why would we have to guard you Princes if we were given a chance?"
Yet, no matter what they thought, they couldn't spell those out loud. The strong ones would want to fight on the border alongside the brave soldiers while the weak ones would not want to face such assassins every other day staying at the royal palace. They would prefer any other jobs if it was possible.
For them, they too were stuck doing these jobs just like how the Princes were stuck between them. But to whom, would they share their woes? They could do nothing else but cry silently to themselves without letting another person know.
