Before Cyrus could give the crown prince an uppercut, he managed to grasp his wrist before it could travel to punch the other by the jaw. He could hear the crown prince let out an amused "oh" and he's really thankful that the other was a prince or else he would have plotted his death with Yuno already.
"Brother what are you doing here?" He could here Liam ask, voice a bit strained. The prince shoved his brother's arms, before giving him a polite smile.
Cyrus also followed suit, though he didn't shove it forcefully like the other did, but only dodged. The crown prince seemed stubborn though as he hooked another arm around the General's shoulder.
"I miss the General that's why."
It was said on a sing song voice–the kind of voice he often hears when the ladies gush about Derick training with his shirt off.
"Why do you let that idiot stay here again?"
Yuno asked, the two were sitting by the shade while Derick was swinging a wooden sword from afar, shirtless.
"Because you beat him up."
"It's been a year since then Cyrus, kick him out."
Cyrus craned his neck as he looked at his childhood friend questioningly. "Why are you suddenly so adamant on kicking Derick out of the manor?"
"It's distracting my training."
"..." Cyrus opened his mouth and he closed it again. This time it was Yuno's turn to look at him questioningly, albeit with a frown.
"What?"
With much consideration for his words, Cyrus carefully asked. "Are you distracted by his ab-"
"Finish what you're going to say and I can assure you I'll be the one walking out of this manor."
"I-"
"No one will help you when your uncle proposes another marriage, you'll have to endure Derick's constant yapping alone and most importantly Hugo will monitor you again."
"..."
"Good, I'm taking a bath."
As Yuno turned around to leave, Cyrus was left there, standing as he looked at Derick who was quickly putting his shirt back on and chasing off to Yuno.
'He didn't deny it though...'
Cyrus swatted the crown prince's arm–though a bit rude it was still a hundred times better than punching the other in the face. The grasp on his left hand tightened, his body seemed really determined to punch the other.
For some reason the crown prince wore a triumphant smile, he was about to approach the General again if it weren't for the third prince grasping his sleeves.
"Brother, shouldn't you be recovering?" Liam asked, his tone though soft was getting colder and colder.
Lyle smiled in return, he made a small gesture to his face–Liam and Cyrus followed his hands which sure enough led to his cheek which was now smooth as ever. If it weren't for the violent reaction of his body towards the prince–Cyrus would've thought that earlier's accident was only a manifestation of his desires. Luckily, it wasn't.
"I asked a healer to fix my face before coming down to see you. Afterall...I don't want to look bad in front of the General." The crown prince gave him a wink and he had to double his efforts into stopping his fist.
'You already are...you bastard...' He thought that the problem of this visit would be the third prince, but he was proven wrong.
It was this crown prince and Licht...who probably did something with that kiss...he should really stop it next time–not that there's a next time.
Though he gets Licht's interference, this crown prince was totally random. He's acting buddy, buddy with him and even proposed a marriage all of a sudden.
'He wasn't this cra–odd the first time...was it caused by that slap?' No matter how he thought about it, the crown prince only started acting weird the moment Cyrus slapped his hands away. 'As if he realized something...'
Cyrus narrowed his eyes at the other and Lyle gave him a flirtatious smile in return, the General had to hold himself back from shivering.
"Brother, stop making advances towards my fiancé. You don't want to bear father's wrath, don't you?" This time, the third prince didn't even bother to hide his animosity towards his older sibling.
"Oh, really?" Lyle said amused, the grin on his face widening as he saw Liam's expression completely turning into a frown.
'Ah, what a good day. Revenge against that psychopath–check. Annoying this goody two shoes–check. I think can die happily now.'
"Nothing is still set in stone Liam. Who knows? Maybe father will reconsider and marry the General to me ins-"
Before the crown prince can even finish his words, he suddenly ducked.
'What in the the-'
Just as Cyrus was about to question the other's sanity, he was momentarily frozen as he watched a random pebble pass through where the prince was standing seconds ago. The pebble, unable to hit the prince landed on the ground instead, creating a small crater in the process.
The surroundings instantly became quiet. Even the crown prince couldn't help but gulp in nervousness. 'That bastard...no need to be territorial! I get it you possessive psycho!'
From afar, a man tsked. His gaze narrowing on the distance. "Should have aimed for his d*ck instead. Tsk."
As the three focused on the crater which could have been the crown prince's head, Yuno approached them. His gaze following theirs.
"What happened?" He asked, his gaze turning to the General for answers.
"I think I should've went with uncle instead."
Yuno raised his brow, amused. His gaze flickering dangerously at the prince who was still crouching. He cleared his throat to gather everyone's attention and sure enough their gaze left the crater.
"The maids have already finished preparing the snacks. I was told to inform his higness and the General to take a quick break from sightseeing."
"Ha wha-ah, that's right! General let's hurry, you must be hungry." He hooked his arms around the General and sure enough the other startled. Liam seemed to didn't care though as he dragged the other.
But before the other can fully turn around and leave, he gave Lyle one last glance, a bright smile plastered on his lips. "Oh, and brother. Go back and rest. It seems that today isn't your lucky day, so you should just stay indoors."
With that the two set off. The third prince seemingly dragging the General in an awkward manner as the other was intently holding onto both of his hands. If you ask a random passerby how the third prince's date went, you would probably face a psychologicalquestion in return.
"The delicate prince was dragging the cold General by the arm. To be honest, it looked more like a prison warden dragging a criminal to his death sentence rather than two fiancées having a date. It didn't help that the prince looked like he was ready for murder and the General looked as if he was restraining himself from punching the other...are you really sure that was a date?"