The two siblings, practically dragged Theron along, leading him across the training grounds with a determined stride.
"Wait, where are we going?" Theron stammered, his feet stumbling to keep up with their pace.
"To see Father, of course!" Royce announced with a broad grin. "We need to get his approval so that if you decide to say yes then we can start immediately and go to the royal academy!"
"You do know that I'm only 13, right? I'm not allowed to go to the academy yet," Theron quickly countered, frowning at the two of them in disbelief.
"It's fine," Royce uttered as a small smile appeared on his face. "My father is the king. He can make anything happen with his word." He bluntly assured him, showing off the power they had.
"But—" Theron tried to interject more, his mind racing. How could he explain this sudden turn of events to his father? More importantly, how could he possibly turn down the Crown Prince without offending the royal family?
