"You're the future ruler of this kingdom, Prince Damian. You could just have anyone removed from the main hall if they annoyed you."
"Including the King?"
At the mention of the King, Jasper froze mid-bite, his apple hovering very close to his mouth.
"Uhm…" He swallowed hard, looking between them. "Well… I guess you… well…"
Evelina didn't even look up from her plate. "Does that mean you're scared of your father?"
Jasper went still and immediately gave her a frantic eye signal, a silent plea that practically screamed: Teasing or challenging the prince will only lead to your death
Evelina ignored him and turned to Damian instead. "He's the King, yeah, but he's still your father."
Damian slowly sipped his tea, his face giving nothing away. After putting down his cup, he finally said, "It's too much trouble."
Evelina snorted. "Translation: You are actively avoiding unnecessary headaches."
Damian smirked slightly but didn't deny it.
