As Aira and the rude man on the horse continued to argue, a second voice—heavy, strong, and dripping with indifference—rang out from behind the first rider.
“Are you starting a fight again?” the voice sighed.
“We are getting late.
I don’t want to waste my time with these kinds of people.
I’m heading to the Flower House (the bar) to see the new girls dance.
I hear the performance is worth the coin.”
The speaker trotted forward.
This was Leon, the 3rd Prince, the handsome playboy prince of the capital.
He looked down at Aira, ignoring her warrior’s stance and the fire in her eyes. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Instead of apologizing for his companion’s rudeness, he gave a lazy, flirtatious smirk.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweety,” Leon said casually, his eyes wandering over Aira without an ounce of respect for her rank.
“Let’s just leave them; this whole Chapter is spoiling my mood.”
Aira’s hand tightened into a fist.
Her anger was boiling over—not just because of the near-accident with Pia, but because of the utter lack of discipline in these “nobles.” Beside her, Kael looked like he was one word away from pulling Leon off his horse.
Before Aira could strike back with words or a blade, the two men kicked their horses, forcing the crowd to the side and splashing mud as they galloped away toward the entertainment district.
The Realization
She didn’t know yet that the boy who just insulted her was Leon, the King’s own son.
“They have no idea who they just messed with,” Kael muttered, checking on the children.
Ria stepped forward, looking in the direction they fled.
“The capital has changed, Aira.
The ‘royals’ here have grown soft and arrogant while we were guarding the borders.”
Aira took a deep breath, reaching into her pocket to touch the Red Jade stone for calm.
“Let them have their dance at the Flower House.
We have a meeting with King Rowan in morning.”