Vexical Royal Family

"The arrogance!" CRASH! A vase smashed into a wall as the prince screamed in anger. "I have done so much to try to usurp my father's control and he dares to ignore my requests for meetings." He was fuming as his size increased with his muscles taking on a hideous appearance.

The Imperial Guard Oberon West sighed as he dodged a table that slammed into a wall. The first prince was a handful and a hair trigger for emotional outbursts. But this was the horse that Oberon had shackled himself to.

"Even if his power and control over the nobility is diminishing he is still the leader and emperor of this nation. That title alone makes many loyal to him over you." Oberon explained as he dodged a couch. "I told you that you need more recognition to get more supporters. It is only thanks to Archduke Beltrum that we have made it so far. Now please calm down."