A smirk slowly crept onto the man's face as he spoke, "Oh, it seems that someone made it here before us. And I think I know who it is; if it isn't the ruffed-up puppy of the late King Feran". His eyes narrowed into slits, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm.
To all who knew him, he was a bloody demon whose actions had more reasoning in them than his words.
Beck responded coolly, "And if it isn't the greedy King who bit off more than he could chew and ended up paying for it". He knew that the man in front of him was currently evaluating him, testing him to see how he would respond.
Unfortunately, for the mad King, he wasn't as rash and dim-witted nature of his brothers.
The mad King stopped in front of Beck and sneered, "At least I am a King… and you, a fallen Prince, should at least understand that".
Beck retorted, "What I understand is that you are also a fallen King, just like me".
