Even though he promised to keep the company of Baron Verlice, Ezra had not met such a narcissist second to his half-brother. Every time he met this kind of human, he would suffer since misery was the last thing they had. And he would be delighted to give it to them.
"This painting..." He curled up his beard with a proud smile, standing in front of a frame. Ezra pretended to look at it, holding his wine glass, and a shadow passed the hallway. "By the way, Baron... do you have any coal paintings? Everyone was talking about them,"
"Indeed, your Highness! I placed one in my collection. I would be delighted to show Your Highness the-" As Ezra was almost seeing the end of his misery, some servant ran to them as if his butt was on fire. "Baron! Oh! Forgive me for my rudeness!" He bowed to the floor, and Ezra would snap his neck if he did not need a painting from him.
"What is it?!" Baron asked.
