The moment the words left his mouth, his eyes widened in fear. He hadn't meant to say that out loud!
"…What did you say?" Elion asked slowly.
Alexander panicked instantly.
"Nothing!" he tried to say quickly.
Too late. Elion already had him trapped under his arm. A few solid punches landed on the prince's head in quick succession.
"Ah—! Stop!"
Elion only stopped once he was satisfied, and the exchange earned a chime of giggles from Isla.
Alexander could only blame himself for being reckless. Still rubbing his head, he decided to continue anyway since the damage had already been done.
"Not every ruler is as magnanimous as my father," he warned quietly and stopped talking entirely. He didn't want to shoot himself in the foot any more than he already had.
Of course, Elion understood what he meant. He had only been joking after all.
"How many of them are there anyway?" Elion decided to ask.
