Mydei stomped all the way from the market to his personal chambers, anger and frustration radiating off of him in dangerous ways. People steered clear of the crowned Kremnoan prince, nervous looks directed at the man as they passed by.

He was furious, fuming from his head and one could see smoke coming from his ears. The man had just gotten back from talking with his mentor, his fury coming from the fact the teacher continuously disregarded his words about the Strife— Nikador essentially— being the main cause of trouble for his people.

But what his teacher said struck him down in his core. ‘You mustn’t show vulnerability. A lion cannot show its weakness near anyone.’ Which meant he couldn’t show his weakness with you, he couldn’t break down his walls with you, he couldn’t do anything. It was why he was so mad, especially when he barged through the room, startling you from your activity as he raged.

Before you could say a word, he snapped at you, expression hard and tongue sharp. “Do not ask. I wish to discuss nothing with the likes of you.” The crowned price had walked past you, armored fists clenched tightly together.