"And why is she allowed to sit at this table?"
"What?"
Jytha stared in disbelief, never expecting such a question.
"I mean, he's an Otherworlder King."
White said, pointing to the brown-haired, chubby man.
"And he also is an Otherworlder King,"
pointing to the other blue-haired man.
"But she..."
He said, pointing right at Jytha.
"Is an Otherworlder Duke."
"Was I locked up for too long in the darkness and didn't know Otherworlder Dukes now possess the same authority that allows them to sit their lower ass together with mighty Otherworlder Kings?"
"You bastard!"
Jytha screamed and lunged for the mug, aiming to slam it onto White's head, but the blue-haired man moved first, grabbing her hand inches away.
"Patience, Jytha. He's an Otherworlder King."
He said, as she clicked her tongue frostily, snapping her hand back and sitting down, but then White spoke.
"Can she give some space? I want to talk to Otherworlder Kings in their right minds."
