The tension escalated, yet in a sudden shift of mood, Aldric's features softened into a smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Perhaps if you would leave your nest and your sky castle once in a while, you'd realize that I'm now the dark Fae prince. That one sounds dapper, don't you think?" he quipped, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.
Leaning back against the stonewall of the cell, Aldric continued, "Also, depending on my mood, the Faeries of Astaria call me the cruel prince too. Or the abominable. Cursed heir. Which of them do you like though, Azrael?" he teased, winking at the towering figure before him with a sense of camaraderie.
Azrael sighed heavily, the weariness evident in his demeanor as he rubbed the space between his brows. "I have no time for your games, Prince Aldric. Now tell me, does unlocking these chains help you?" he pressed, his tone tinged with impatience.
