Valdris's violet-blue eyes narrowed at Adam's dismissive response, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His voice, when it came, was controlled—the practiced calm of someone used to commanding respect.
"I am Prince Valdris Cromewell, second prince of the Solarian Kingdom." He straightened despite his disheveled state, despite the blood and grime staining his fine clothes. "And you are standing in my castle, speaking to me as if I were a common servant."
Adam's expression didn't change. "Okay." He glanced pointedly at Seraphina, who was barely conscious, her breathing shallow and rapid. "And? My friend is dying here. So if you don't mind—"
"I do mind." Valdris's voice sharpened, cutting through Adam's dismissal. "You need to watch your tone, monster. In this kingdom, we do not tolerate creatures like you."
