Ragon's brow furrowed at Modrith's words. He was surprised but maintained his composure.
"Prince? The last time I checked, I'm a king in the human realm," Ragon said, his tone calm but firm. He nodded slightly, clearly displeased with the way Modrith addressed him.
"Unacceptable!"
"Insolence!"
"Why would you call our king an Elven prince?" several court members shouted angrily.
The court erupted into noise, the outgl among Ragon's loyal subjects.
"Silence!" Ragon raised a commanding hand, his sharp voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
Instantly, the room fell silent, the court members obediently lowering their heads. Ragon's piercing gaze shifted back to Modrith. He was wise enough to know that Modrith wasn't a fool—there had to be a reason behind the words.
"Why did you call me an Elven prince? And why do you say I am the chosen one?" Ragon asked, curiously as he wasn't expecting that. He leaned forward slightly on his throne, his fingers steepled in thought.
