Lena Parish let out a sigh when she looked at the mischievous face of the Prince. "You didn't play fair," she whined. Placing her hands on the table, she leaned down and stared at him with a pretty displeased face.
"You're wrong," Karium Maselli simply replied. With a playful smile even wider than before, he corrected, "I never play fair."
Lena Parish rolled her eyes at her best friend. "At least you admit that."
Karium Maselli chuckled and rose from his seat. "I truly pity Commander Niklaus. He has such a noisy and whiny General like you by his side." Turning to his friend who glared at him, the Prince added, "Oh! I forgot that you're like a scaredy-cat when he's around. After all, he is your Commander." He clicked his tongue and shook his head as if he pitied her.
"Karium!" General Lena shouted and grabbed the Prince on the part of his clothes that covered his chest. "Do you have a death wish?" she threatened him in a deadly low voice.
