"Pathetic creature. Get them out of my sight!" Prince Bǫlverkr spat his words out to a couple of guards, poised behind him. A smug smirk upturned the corners of his lips, painting naturally against his permanently displeased face. Bǫlverkr scoffed, over-exaggerated with no reason. He stood in a contrast of black and white clothing to expell his 'royal' nature and title onto everybody who laid eyes on him. He abused his position as Prince to exploit people into doing his bidding, as he was.