Angelo
"Harder!"
"Faster!"
"Don't stop!"
"Yes, right there!"
Angelo was in the royal training ground with the elite warriors, and he was having a hard time believing these were the people who were supposed to protect the kingdom if tragedy were to strike.
He had been doing the same routine with them, but he wasn't panting as they were. It was almost as if he wasn't feeling anything. Sure they had been training for the past hour, but he couldn't call that training.
He hadn't even started training them, and they were already whining, and Angelo wasn't having any of that. He had thought about the promise he made his brother, and maybe he was doing it for the fried rice, but even he knew he needed the action.
He needed to let out steam, and Carl's fried rice was just his motivation.
