“Tch, to take a half-blood word seriously, what is Father thinking,” Asad grumbled.
“Now, now, Prince Asad, you should not be hostile in a place that can hear you,” Farad commented.
Asad was so immersed in his thoughts that he did not notice Farad's arrival.
He almost jumped, “What is the meaning of approaching like this, you low life.”
He quickly took a few steps behind and let his guards block his view. Farad felt a hit on the corner of his head. The word made him pissed. Yavaz reached for his sword, but Farad quickly turned and shook his head. Yavaz closed his eyes and relaxed. The insult was so direct that he wanted to attack. He had seen the prince address others in an unkind way before. It did not bother him much; as the prince was his master, he could do nothing. However, this time it was like a sharp blade in his senses; he wanted to jump and attack when the words came into his ears.