"Eek..." Evan stammered with hiccups yet he hasn't even begun to speak. Reondor sat in front of him with his arms folded and one leg crossed over the other.
"You... that white hair, you are from the Binniniel empire?" Reondor spoke first.
"Y-yes s-s-sir, I-I-I ... am P-P-Pri...nce"
"I will say this because I don't like thoughtless slaughter, I have a deep grudge against your king. I would slay you if I get the chance." He spoke with a murderous glare that made Prince Evan begin to sweat profusely and shake. He locked his fingers into each other and took a deep breath.
~huuu~
He raised his face to Reondor with still shaky eyeballs and began to talk with a shaky voice still, "I wanted to tell you something important..."
Reondor was silent but paid attention to him.
"The gold dragon is dead as you truly know..."
