The door shook violently, as Hassan slammed them shut. He looked up, and as he saw his father, so did his majesty look at him. Unlike the time Lee Dojin and Baek Ji-ah met him, Hassan still had long hair, large eyes, and baby cheeks that were yet to vanish from age. He looked at most fifteen, at an age far before The Mirage came.
The boy's eyes glimmered in rage. He shouted, "Why?"
His father did not reply. Rather, the man looked bored, resting his head on his fist and yawning. Instead, the person to reply was a close aide, an old man, whose hair had long greyed. "Beware, you are in the halls of His Majesty, watch your tongue."
"It's the 21st century, who gives a shit about all these things?" The boy waved his hand. "Besides, I am here on official business. Mind your own stuff, alright?"
