Michael's P.O.V
After my brother and sister left, I was stuck with these trashy girls that just won't stop pestering me with questions about my likes and dislikes. Trying to not ruin the party, I only kept saying short answers like yes or no just to satisfy their curiosities, not dwelling deep into the conversations that they try so hard to start with me.
"Your highness, you must be very well versed in the arts of fighting. Is it possible to be able to watch one of your training sessions under my dear older brother?", One of the girls asked, I believe her name was Harmia. "Your older brother?", I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Why yes. He trains under the same knighting class where Prince Tristan takes his own classes.", she proudly states. "Why should I take classes from your brother when mine is a better fighter?", I look at her with a small tilt to my head watching both of their faces turn red from embarrassment.
