PRINCE KLOUD’S POV
We watched as Uncle Marrok dragged Lowe out of the royal court of the East Kingdom in a comical way. I could hear the chuckles that came from Armand and Randale. Faolan slowly walked back to stand by the King in shock. I watched how his hand fisted at his sides.
“Please don't tell me that Armand is Randale’s mate. That would be ridiculous.” Prince Boris's voice rose over the court sarcastically.
“He is,” I announced with pride.
Ulysses shook his head in defeat knowing well that I had come to cause trouble in the royal court. They should have just let us rest from the journey instead of summoning us like criminals.
“What?” Prince Boris took a step back. I watched the disappointment that laced his eyes. The evidence of his affection for Armand was clear.
Randale growled at him while Armand leaned up to whisper at him, “Calm down, b*stard.”
I turned to Ulysses in question, and he seemed surprised that Prince Boris had feelings for Armand.