Slim, dark-haired man of sharp features and lips almost whitened in anger left the king’s hall in long steps, followed by own cloak flapping behind.
- Get off me!!! Just shut your fucking mouth…! - he clenched teeth not trusting self enough to say more, knowing already said too much. He realized grimly, will be in serious trouble before the day comes to end.
Other man, taller and dressed in expensive materials, who’s face would be considered handsome if wasn’t too chubby, followed him making a hateful grimace.
- Bastard, how dare you!! Stop, or I’ll tell our father..! -
Indur stopped reluctantly, facing the man. He couldn’t do anything with self to not show despise; no matter the one he was looking at was a prince and soon, the new king of Andrast.
- What the hell ye want, Elduin?!
- Not in that tone, more respect, you mongrel!
Indur took few deep breaths, to not jump and grab man’s throat as he imagined far more times than should.
- … Yo