Crowned Prince Confrontation

Art inclined his head respectfully, choosing his words carefully. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

Eron’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and assessing like a predator sizing up its prey. There was no warmth in those eyes, only an unsettling mixture of authority and scrutiny.

He was definitely strong, the pressure around him said it all. But Art had been with stronger people so he wasn't intimidated.

Elora stepped in with a calm smile, her voice smooth and practiced. “This is Eron, my elder brother, and the Crown Prince.”

Art’s thoughts screeched to a halt. The Crown Prince?

‘Great, just great,’ he thought bitterly. ‘How could I not recognize someone this important? Calling him “sir” wasn’t just disrespectful—it was outright dangerous.’

He immediately adjusted his stance, lowering into a proper bow. “Apologies, Your Highness. Please forgive my lapse in etiquette.”