Chapter Hundred-Thirty-Six – Baxtard
Sorren dropped the hand running through his hair, he turned to him. "Well, hello, Baxtard. Long time."
He squinted his eyes on seeing the boy's long blonde hair had reduced to his ears length. "And you look worse than I remember." He flung his long hair to his back.
Baxter strolled to the Prince, swinging a sword in hand. He had a tall frame, with muscular arms and legs.
"I will give it to you." He nodded at his words. "You actually looked better than when we last met but it's probably because you did nothing, like always."
If he had joined the last war, then he must have gotten his first scar, but his skin was still smooth like a baby's.
"Indeed." Sorren agreed. "Still, that's no way to talk to your Prince. A head bow and greeting should come first."
