Draculeus clicked his tongue in deep irritation. He had only taken a brief break from his duties to see how his siblings, the next batch of candidates, were progressing, but seeing this chaotic cruelty made a dark anger simmer beneath his stoic expression.
He looked down at the trembling redhead one last time.
"She will no longer disturb you," Draculeus stated, his voice carrying the finality of a royal decree. "Because if she ever attempts this again, I will ensure that flick is not the last time I raise my hand against her."
Without waiting for a response, the First Dragonprince turned on his heel. His massive cape flared as he strode past the trembling messenger, exiting through the heavy iron gates to attend the blood pact ceremony.
