Chapter 71: Chapter 71

"Your highness!!" the guard shouted, reflexively dropping all the things he was carrying and reaching out to hold the Prince when his head was heavily swatted, making him fall to the ground like a squashed fly.

SPLAT!

Zedekiel quickly held Prince Ron in his arms as he glared at the guard on the ground. What was with people and touching the Prince today?

More importantly, why was he stopping them and doing it himself???

His actions felt so fluid and natural. As if he was supposed to do it. He didn't even think before acting. He just did.

The guard on the floor groaned and tried to get up but Zedekiel glared at him, adding pressure with his mind. The poor guard laid on the cold dirty floor, wondering what exactly he had done to make his King so angry.

Zedekiel didn't know why but he felt really irritated. The poor guard was being a punching bag.

The scent of cold sandalwood rushed into the Prince's nose and he buried his face in his beloved's chest, taking deep breaths.