"Lyrian!"
Silvus blurted out, fueled with rage. To be honest, he didn't even know what he wanted to say. He didn't want to reveal his jealousy, as that would be a sign of weakness. From a young age, the idea of having the perfect image was engrained in his mind, being the royal prince and all.
Before he could think of anything to say, however, Lyrian began to speak.
"Oh, and lastly, Silvus!"
Spade was slightly taken aback by this. The boy even dared to order the prince around...
"What?"
Silvus said in confusion.
"You want to give me orders as well? What are you? Our of your mind?"
Silvus was bewildered by what he was hearing.
"If you want to pass the exam, just shut up and listen."
Silvus was speechless, he couldn't find the words to describe what he was feeling right now, a mix of confusion, offense, and bewilderment.
