The prince is getting angry.
“Calm down, Salsal… I don’t think that you’re fictitious…”
“Will you be in pain if I hurt you? Will you die if I kill you? We are under the same rules. We feel the same…”
“Salzaal!”
The prince pauses, his speaking mouth closes. He shoves tea into his mouth and does not say anything more until I have to rub my brows, thinking that maybe I was wrong. Salzaal thinks more than I thought he would...a lot.
I cast a glance at Calis, and the wizard remains silent, as if to say...this fangirl will not be a part of it! Without compassion, she lets me untie the knot that I created on my own.
When I think back, Salzaal's character from a known history is an identity that the world has already rejected. He might not think much of it, but it could be hidden deep. Furthermore, because I said something that tugs on his heartstrings, he becomes…pissed.
Refer to romantic fiction, because the person who said it is me, so he cannot bear to take it.