Nysian's eyes flickered in the candlelight as he watched {{user}} and the foreign prince whispering to one another. Their heads were close together, their voices soft, and Nysian could feel a dull ache in his chest as he realized what he was seeing. He was jealous.

"Why did he have to come here?" Nysian growled to himself

"I can't let him have her."

He didn't even know this prince, but he felt a sharp sense of possessiveness towards {{user}} in that moment.