Astrid's POV
I look at him, and yet he's looking at a certain person. I raise my hand to shield her or stop my brother from trying to touch her.
"What are you doing here, Crown Prince Allan?" I coldly ask.
He laughs and glares at me. "Don't you think you're being rude to your future king, hmm?"
I give him a cold glance. "Didn't I tell you, big brother? Respect is earned," I replied. He looks at my servant again.
"You really take her, huh? You really think you can stop me forever, Astrid?" he whispered.
I didn't show him that I'm afraid. I've mastered that myself. "You can never touch her, big brother. Never," I coldly reply. My second big brother came.
"Will you stop bothering our younger sister, big brother?" he remarks. Prince Allan softly scoffs.
"You always come when the fun is at its height, Vincent. That's not good, hmm?" he growls. My big brother faced the crown prince with his calm expression.
