The King of Mistfall

Prince Indra stares him down with an intense gaze. His grip only got tighter and tighter, causing the Vice Captain to let out a hiss in pain. 

"These aren't your duties, and your place isn't in this argument. Y-" Prince Indra was cut off by another hand that clasped his wrist and yanked it away from the Vice Captain's. Following the hand, Prince Indra saw that the person whom this hand belonged to was Prince Berest. He looked at Prince Indra with a faint smile.

"Prince Indra, you probably shouldn't be so rough on your subordinates like that." Prince Berest says. 

The Vice Captain grabs his hand in pain. The part where Prince Indra had held on to was starting to turn purple. The Vice Captain has a look of pain on his face. He turns to one of his subordinates. "What are you looking at? Quick, get me a medic!"

His subordinate jolts in fear before scuttering off to find a medic. "Y-yes!"