"Amedeo, will you be able to get in?"
I throw a question beneath a scowl. He was exiled. One look at his face and all the royal guards will be ready to make him surrender. "Who do you think I am?" Amedeo scoffs. "Someone who is absolutely useless" From behind, Vyle murmurs. Yet, the hall echoes under his whisper.
Causing Amedeo to grit his teeth in frustration. "You! How dare you disrespect a royal prince?! I am still family member of Gavril, you pain in the ass!" Driven by fury, he walks towards the man and raises his fist. "Stop! Amedeo! I said stop!" This short-tempered man is hard to tame.
Holding his arm, I pull him back. "Control your anger, Amedeo! Also, Vyle, mind your words!" Why do I feel like a mother with problematic kids? "You are lucky she is here" Amedeo spits, pointing his finger at the man across as Vyle shrugs with a smirk. Childish men indeed.
