Prince Daniel Aethelmont raised his right hand, signaling Jemima Dewinter to stop talking.
Jemima closed her mouth.
She took a breath and settled back into her chair, though the irritation on her face hadn't completely faded.
Daniel paid her no further attention.
His gaze remained on Desmond Derlis, who was still sitting comfortably at the table as if the prince's presence meant nothing to him.
"Just because your older brother is Lucien Derlis doesn't mean I can't make your life miserable, Desmond."
Prince Daniel spoke calmly.
However, the warning behind his words was clear.
His eyes remained fixed on Desmond, waiting to see how he would respond.
Desmond didn't even look fazed.
He raised his left eyebrow and gave the prince a lazy look.
"A Meister Alchemist like you believes you can threaten me?"
He asked unfazed.
"Come on, Prince Daniel. You, of all people, should know what would happen if we fought in a spar."
Desmond spoke without raising his voice.
