"What do you find so funny, Cirrus?" the new Queen asked the prince. Despite all she'd heard about the king's brother in his former state of glory, she still felt uncomfortable around him.
His calculating gaze and the fact that he always seemed to be thinking irked her to no end.
"Oh, nothing is funny. I have just never seen my little brother look this threatened before. Before you jump to conclusions, Hamedale, I did not create this to weaken werewolves.
That was just a fact I happened to stumble upon during my tinkering with the peculiar flower," the prince replied, waving off Hamedale's angered state as nothing more than a misguided tantrum.
"Then what were you looking for?" the king asked, allowing himself to calm down, regardless of how hard it was. It was getting even harder to deal with his brother. Cirrus had completely ceased listening to anything his brother had to say anymore.
