Chapter 150: Ten Years Ago: Part Three
Prince Conrad lowered his gaze from the guards patrolling the palace walls, focusing ahead now that they crossed the bridge. That was until something out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention, and he inhaled sharply as a servant boy tried to grab an apple rolling on the ground before Shardeigh’s hoof. His horse neighed and went to purposely kick the boy, but another set of hands grabbed him quickly and pulled him back. Startled by the two boys, Shardeigh abruptly went back onto his hind legs, and Conrad flew backwards.
"Ugh." He landed hard on his bottom, but without any injuries, he gritted his teeth and glared at the two boys who were also on the ground. The one whose black hair was in a messy bun stared after the other boy, who picked up his hat and quickly placed it on his head. But the black-haired boy seemed more concerned with his friend, fretting over nothing while a prince was sitting on his behind.
He couldn’t believe it; the pair were in their own little world.
"You’re not hurt, right!? Ger? Ger, what’s wrong? Why do you look so pale? Oh gosh, we should go to the physician!"
It was utterly humiliating, and he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of their friendship. He never had such a thing, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. He was on the floor! Conrad narrowed his gaze further after hearing Arvid laugh before clamping his mouth shut from King Horik, glaring daggers at him.
Conrad got to his feet and stormed over towards the servant boys pushing off from the ground. He could see some guards rush over to them and bowed at Conrad’s approach.
"Get rid of them, Arvid. Conrad and those servants have made a mockery of Hatherland," He heard his father growl at his brother, making Conrad’s hands fist by his sides. He would sort this out before his brother was involved.
Arvid followed him swiftly, gripping his sword along with two of their knights. Their footsteps somehow added to the storm swirling inside of his chest the longer he looked at the peasants before him.
"How dare you!" Conrad bellowed, pointing at the boys who now stood before him.