Within a luxury room of Cozmo Hotel, the largest hotel in Harvest City, Prince Wyatt was sitting on a chair with a face full of gloom. The coffee on his table had gone cold long ago.
"Your majesty, don't be so angry. It's not good for your health," Said the elite knight guard of Alsop. He was trying his best to carefully comfort Prince Wyatt. In regards to a banquet, the Prince and the 3 elite knights had attended yesterday, because they were not a noble, they had dinner with the retinues.
"A group of bogans could make fun of the offspring of King George. They must have forgotten who was the true ruler of this country." Prince Wyatt had been holding his anger back since the banquet, so he began to lash out through the comfort of the Knight of Alsop.