"Huh? Who the fuck just yelled as if he owns the damn place already?"
"Look! It's that spoiled brat from the Silvermoon family! I say we go fuck him up and teach him a thing or two about manners."
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea… see those old geezers standing behind him? I think it's his family elders."
"Oh, so that's where he got the guts. Then why's he barking like a rabid dog? What does he want this time?"
A commotion stirred at the Graeogor family residence. At the center of it all stood a lanky youth sporting curly brown hair and dark eyes, draped in a golden robe, Darius Silvermoon, young lord of the Silvermoon family.
His eyes narrowed as his target came into view. For a moment, his gaze shrank subconsciously, a whisper slipping out instinctively, voicing his thoughts out loud.
"Why the fuck is he so handsome?"
