"Fine! But I can not allow this scoundrel, this rotten bastard to keep his tongue after what he just said to you." The young man in the blue robe exclaimed.
He knew his job was also at stake here, so he began stomping toward Sol with malicious intent.
Sol's brows loosened at that moment, his eyes naturally closing low. In slight irritation, the side of his top lip twitched ever so slightly.
'I don't want to stand out... but I might just have to kill this arrogant bastard.' He mused, slightly pissed off as his hand calmly rested on the hilt of his blade.
"Stop right there!" Ionel stepped forward in between Sol and the guard.
"Move out of my way! These are royal orders!" The guard exclaimed, attempting to brush past the young man.
"No." Ionel firmly exclaimed, pressing his palm against the guard's shoulder.
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