[That must be one of the Princes...]
[...]
[Smug little brat, he's looking down on me.]
Berkah smirked, the tension between him and the Prince was so dense and palpable that the inhabitants couldn't help but cower in fear.
Flap! Flap!
Berkah rose to the skies as well, and met the prince at eye level, neither of their eyes wavering as they glared at one another.
"I'll ask you the exact same question, can't you tell by just looking?"
Berkah twisted his brows like a delinquent, as he glared at the Naga Prince.
"Are you trying to imply that you are the King's son? Do you think we're stupid?"
The Prince clenched his fists and furrowed his brow, extending his wings even more as if to appear larger than Berkah.
"Do I think you're stupid? No..."
"Well, that is until I noticed that you tied your snakes in a ponytail? It makes your face look a shriveled up ballsack if I'm being honest."
