Dariel brimmed with joy as he watched Endrick's servants repairing the wall they had damaged yesterday.
Ah, life was sweet when you knew those in power. No wonder everyone vied to have a position in the royal family, the mere authority they had was more than enough to scare anyone's enemies straight.
"You have been in a good mood all morning, please do not tell me that it is because Endrick's men are outside." Ohara said as she walked by him.
"Of course I am in a good mood, why would I not be?" he turned around and asked. "Endrick's men repairing the damage they caused is simply another layer on my cake." He chuckled.
"Mhmm, do not rejoice over that, this could still have easily been avoided had you spoken to him and asked for peace." Ohara frowned.
"There is no such thing as peace between he and I." Dariel scowled. "And there never will be."
