“SHUT UP!” Mydei screamed as he pointed a sharp, armored finger at Phainon. The white haired warrior froze at the sudden volume, staring at the crowned prince in shock as it looked he was about to tear Okhema down by its very foundations. In all honesty, Mydei probably was with how much anger he had been holding.

The two had a petty argument, as usual. Except things escalated more than Phainon could hope, and how Myde was furious. The white haired warrior rightfully backed up and held his hands out in a fruitless attempt to placate Mydei. Obviously, it didn’t work as calming Mydei was the equivalent to stopping an erupting volcano with a hose. Impossible.

“I’m going to kill the next person I fucking see,” Mydei threatened ominously, “by Nikador’s name—“

He cut himself off when you suddenly walked into the room, your bright and cheery self lighting up the atmosphere. The whiplash Phainon got was unfathomable when Mydei turned to you, smiled, and squished your cheeks like you were the most adorable thing to exist.

“Oh wow,” The crowned prince cooed at you, “hi, oh my goodness. I missed you. Hello.”