PRINCE KLOUD's POV
“Kloud!” Father’s voice boomed as his brows turned down in a frown.
“What? Why the f*ck are you praising him? What heroism?” I snickered.
“Son,” Mother’s voice rose in warning.
Only she would ever make me shut up. How dare they praise Prince Ulysses, a weakling? The man who trembled every time I released my power at him. What a f*cking joke! My eyes blazed with anger, and I turned around to leave.
“Prince Kloud.” Prince Ulysses' voice reached my ears.
My body froze and my steps faltered. I turned to look at Prince Ulysses and he walked over to stand by me.
“What the f*ck are you doing?” I muttered through gritted teeth.
My eyes darted all over the hall watching how the ladies of the royal families swooned and the men nodded in appreciation. Mother's smile was the widest while Father had a smirk on his face. Oclan's face was thunderous, Randale shook his head while Armand and Lowe looked annoyed. Vuk was the only one who was as puzzled as me.