"Hmm, is this an order, senior?" Lucien inquired, a playful sparkle in his eyes.
Gilbert's expression hardened. "And if it's not?"
"Well, then I suppose I'm not obligated to provide an answer to your question, senior." Lucien's smile widened.
"Then, you better treat it as an order!" Gilbert bellowed, his composed demeanor crumbling beneath a torrent of fury.
Ever since he was a child, everyone had always flocked around him, seeking his favor, showering him with compliments, and wholeheartedly compromising with him because of his position as the heir of a Count of Radcliffe. Then, as he rose to become one of the most promising knights, the level of respect only grew.
In Gilbert's twenty years of life, this was the first time he had been extremely provoked and angered by someone.
