kyrias
However much I loved him, I wasn't going to give way. It wasn't just for my pride; it was also for our relationship. Being regent meant that no one had said no to him for a very long time and being crown prince before that couldn't have allowed him to hear
"I'm going to make an example of you, here and today."
I backed away, my breath coming in short, choppy gasps.
"This'll teach you to meddle in a man's game. Things were going just fine until you showed up. Now you've gone and riled up the females..."
Sethalor snarled, "This is the final straw, N'verian."
N'verian only raised a brow and looked critically at his nails, buffing them against his robe before peering closely at them again.
Sethalor narrowed his eyes. "I'd ask if you were paying any attention whatsoever to me, but that would just be inviting abuse."
N'verian smiled, a chilly affair. "The boy learns, after all."
"Do not try my patience overmuch, godling."
"Or else what? You'll fry me where I stand?"