"YOU -!" Prince Syla bellowed, getting more worked up about the tiny creature who was supposedly the elder sister of the witch they had invited. However, Prince Syla had lived long enough to know of this witch, so despite the fact that he wanted to snap at her and show his dominance, he hesitated.
Apart from the one word, he could not muster the courage to complete whatever he was about to say. He knew when to bow out of a game. One would have thought that if Syla really knew this, then maybe he would not have tried to take a throne that was not his and also repeat that same mistake with his son.
Fuming, he turned to look at his favourite son, but despite the slight annoyance that fleeted over Simon's face, Syla could not help but feel like his specially groomed son was indeed turning into a fool at how he was looking at Shelby.
