Zethar;
"Calm down," Zephan says behind me as I march over to the throne room, and I huff.
"I am calm!"
"Then walk like it!" He snaps back, but I can barely contain my rage.
"He has some nerve coming here. I'm going to snap his fucking neck in two and decorate my bathroom with his antlers!" I rage as I pull my sleeves up, and suddenly Zephan grabs my arm, stopping me in place.
"What are you…?"
"You better calm the fuck down and think with your head!" He scolds, and I blink at him.
He pushes me against the wall behind me, and as he stares at me, I see concern in his eyes.
"I know you're angry. You have every right to be, and quite frankly, nothing should be in the way of you getting justice for Maruck. But you're a prince. More than your grudges, the people of Beastheaven matter. You can not afford to put them in danger." He speaks, and I look away.
