"Move out of their way." Solomon said finally.
"He speaks! Why, for a moment there, I almost took you for a mute."
The young prince wrapped his arm around Everett's shoulder like a viper. Yet he continued to smile at Solomon cloyingly.
"There's no need to get your testes in a twist, you colossal bore. Everyone here is present because they want to be. It's all just a bit of good fun and some seniors helping out their cute juniors. You could call it tradition."
"Your entire family will be hanged for this…"
The golden princeling glared at the green-haired one with the fury of a thousand suns. Something that only seemed to amuse him.
"I don't think you remember where you are, Andros. Your Eirbaine name means nothing here. Didn't your father tell you that?"
The golden boy, Andros, gritted his teeth in frustration. A sight that made his agitator want to laugh.
