"You ought to be wary of him, Prince Roman,"
A voice fleeted up to Roman while he stared at Syla's retreating back.
Roman sighed, turning to look back at his two most trusted friends, who also happened to be his protectors… not that he needed it.
"Syla will always be Syla, there is no need to fret too much about. His heart is in a good place and that's all that counts…."
"Prince Roman?"
"Huh?"
"Are you sure that your eyes are okay? How can you be this naïve, when you are about to run a kingdom?"
"Hey!" The second warrior pulled the female aside, whispering,
"Watch your mouth. Your words may come from a good place, but do you want to get killed because of such words!" The male asked, his voice low and edged with warning. This Fae warrior bore a slight resemblance to Currey.