"And that's my father," Lograc muttered, tired.
Chieftain Gumarak was pulled into the grand hall between King Lioness and King Veldrac. His beard bristled, and his boots scraped loudly on the floor.
He roared, cursed, and shouted at them with every step, yet his hand kept reaching for the wine goblet nearby the table.
Lograc sighed, one hand over his eyes. "Truly hopeless…"
Beside Javier, Kezzoth and Kivira looked at each other with tired faces.
Both princes sighed at the same time and turned away.
Their fathers, two kings, were already too drunk, laughing like boys and acting like children.
"Well! Let's ignore our fathers and have fun tonight!"
Marcellus said, shoving a goblet to Kivira while Cedric pressed another toward Kezzoth.
"Drink, brothers!" Cedric laughed. "This night is ours."
Even Lograc, who sighed a moment ago, got his share from Marcellus with a grin.
