Purpose

"By Aguatian might, Aenon," Sverre said, "just admit my father asked you to watch over me. Don't give me that look, you wouldn't be here otherwise."

They were sequestered away in a secluded area of the library and Prince Sverre had given strict orders not to be disturbed.

When he got into a snit like that the servants and guards knew to be wary of his formidable temper and to tiptoe around him unless they planned to face the brunt of his wrath.

Aenon never gave a crap to begin with and did as he pleased when around the Prince, which was by far his most endearing quality in the Prince's eyes.

He was tired of the fakeness and 'yes sir' attitude of the people that surrounded him all his life.

Dealing with Aenon was like a breath of fresh air and even though he would never admit it allowed Sverre always looked forward to verbally sparring with his friend.