"Alive or not, you will not command me in my own house, boy. Your name may be Achebe but you are not my king!" Junaid growled at the pompous young man in front of him. The boy he knew Maleek to be had always been arrogant but that was when he considered himself a prince. Now he talked and commanded like a King and Junaid was not going to stand for it.
Maleek cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips. A habit he acquired after so many years of friendship with Zane. The prince did not reply. He cast his eye toward the door and waited for the inevitable arrival of his little sister.
"Of course not, how can I claim to be king when we already have a Queen," he spoke easily and smirked when said queen entered the chief's office with furrowed eyes and tensed shoulders. She was quick to stand at her brother's side. Maleek smirk grew on his face.
