Courting Death

Prince Robert was a 6'5'', a lean but muscular man, with a skin tone that resembled sand of a desert.

Unlike his brother Rudolph who maintained manners and pretended like a good royal son, this man didn't have any care about his appearance.

The moment their stages connected, Robert raised his thumb and swiped it across his neck, all the while looking at Varian with a bright smile. "Wash your neck and wait, was it? I will wash my neck today, but with your blood."

Instead of being offended by those words, Varian tapped his chin and pondered for a few moments before nodding with an appreciative gaze.

"You know, it's a good improvization. I will use it if someone uses that warning against me."

Robert raised an eyebrow.

Varian clapped his hands. "I used to think that by simply existing, you're wasting atmosphere's air, planet's food and your mom's pregnancy. But hey, I guess even someone like you has their uses."