"And why is she allowed to sit on this table?"
"What?"
Jytha said in disbelief, never seeing those words coming.
"I mean, he's an Otherworlder King."
White said, pointing to the brown-haired, chubby man.
"And he also is an Otherworlder King,"
pointing to the other blue-haired man.
"But she..."
He said, pointing right at Jytha.
"Is an Otherworlder Duke."
"Was I locked up for too long in the darkness and didn't know Otherworlder Dukes now possess the same authority that allows them to sit their lower ass together with mighty Otherworlder Kings?"
"You bastard!"
Jytha screamed, unable to hold it back as she grabbed at the mug to slam it onto White's head, but her hands were paused when the blue-haired man moved, grabbing her hand inches away from it.
"Patience, Jytha. He's an Otherworlder King."
He said, as she clicked her tongue frostily, snapping her hand back and sitting down, but then White spoke.
