"Eylin, you are testing my limits. I told you already, there's no space for another person in there!" Zelian watches as the king, his father spoke, his voice straining and rising in its volume at the end. He looked as if he had enough of this conversation already.
"But, Father—"
His father cut Eylin off with a glare as sharp as a knife, leaving him open mouthed. "Get out of here!" He snaps.
But it was not enough for him to shut his damn mouth yet, he tried again but it was in vain. "I said get out, Eylin."
"I don't want to!" Eylin's voice boomed like a thunder in the darkness of a moonless night. His eyes widening not even a second after the words fled his mouth, shame coloring his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
The king's jaw clenched, a vein on his forehead propping up, eyes gleaming the color of fire as he addressed Eylin a look.
