Vhelian didn't know what to feel about the First Prince's request.
First and foremost, it was beyond his qualifications to attack the head of a Nobles Household. Second, Count Hamlin was still Vhelian's relative.
The Count hadn't done anything that would warrant his anger. If anything, the Count had been nothing but silent throughout the entire ordeal. It was only now that he was acting upon his desires.
"Your Highness, I believe that you're aware of my disposition. I'm afraid I cannot do what you're telling me t--"
"Troy Vhelian Gertrude,"
Vhelian recognized the voice immediately, filling him with dread about what was coming next.
"Your insolence is not welcomed inside the Audience Hall. As you've said, His Highness knows of your disposition. Hence, it's not in your place to dismiss His Highness' request."
