"What were you thinking? Damien, you can't run away from your maesters like that." Kal told his younger brother as he sat back down on his cushion chair.
"I can't?" Damien asked sarcastically.
"Yes, and you know that, so stop acting like you don't" Kal said, only for the Sixth Prince to sigh before he sat on a nearby chair.
"I don't like them. They are too stuck up, and they smell like books that have been shelved for decades." Damien complained.
"They are scholars." Kal informed regardless.
"So are you, but you don't have that abhorring smell."
"That's because I choose to differently... Damien, that's not even my point."
"Then, what is?" Damien asked, almost immediately.
Kal sat back at his chair, staring at Damien - by the tone of his voice, Kal could tell that he was upset.
"I'm not the one you're angry at." Kal said, and Damien looked away, staring at the open window.
