The night after Leon was knocked into the dirt, the five princes gathered in their private quarters.
The air was thick with Leon’s resentment.
He paced the floor, his face still red with shame.
“Why?” Leon demanded, looking at Elias and Theo.
“Why did you take their side?
I am your blood!
You let a girl humiliate your own brother in front of the guards!”
“First of all, calm down.
They are the North Generals.
You know very well we cannot afford to fight them—not politically, and certainly not physically.
And secondly, they are our guests.”
Elias stood up, his voice stern.
“You were at fault, Leon. Find the original chapter at g.com.
How could you insult them like that?
It’s over for now.
Stay out of their way and stay out of trouble.
If something happens again, we won’t be able to save you—not from Father’s anger, and definitely not from those Generals.”
Leon went silent, but his eyes stayed dark.
He wasn’t listening to the warning; he was only thinking of the revenge he had planned for the Polo match.