"Step back, Eamon"
The Fourth Princess, Isleen hissed through exasperation. However, the Second Prince flashed a smile at his sister. "You are going to lose without any bloodstones now, how poor" Eamon pouted. His finger twirled the dagger as his eyes focused on Isleen.
"Eamon Faxon, are you being serious? You already have a pair of bloodstones from the Syrinx. You have won at least. So let me kill that fucking monster and claim two eyes" The Fourth Princess persuaded. Only to receive a chuckle back from the man.
"Why are you so eager to win? I thought you were aware of your own capabilities" The Second Prince provoked. Stepping near to the woman while she clenched her jaw. "Fucking jerk. I am not that weak to lose the throne!" Isleen's voice raised due to anger.
