"Hey, get off him!" Myrrava yelled from behind the two as she was ready to throw a punch; however, Jyrana jumped off him and dodged it without any effort.
"Who is the pipsqueak?" She pointed at Myrrava; however, Klaus was still seeing stars from the impact.
'Can it get any worse?' He thought he was on the verge of passing out as he barely managed to push himself up; his bones legitimately creaked as he stood still and cleared his throat.
"She is a princess—"
Before he could even finish it, Myrrava interrupted proudly, "I am Princess Myrrava Veyra Drayvok! And I'm not a pipsqueak—"
"Cool story, but your title doesn't mean anything here," Jyrana laughed wholeheartedly whilst pointing at the ground.
Myrrava was caught off guard, "Where exactly?"
"On academy grounds; your title doesn't mean shit!" Jyrana kept swearing at her, which was starting to piss Myrrava off.
