For a second, the only sound was the crackle of the fire. Meical leaned back slightly, watching the flames flicker in Min-jae's eyes.
"I don't care.." he said finally, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "The King has no hold over me. Compared to him, I'd say I'm this Kingdom's tyrant.."
Min-jae chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't say that. The king is still the king. But I'm sure he'd won't cause a ruckus on this matter and if he does, it'd be the Amagi's that suffer from it."
"Maybe," Meical replied. "Or maybe he'll make an example of me to keep the court quiet."
Min-jae looked at him for a long moment, then reached up, brushing his thumb over Meical's bandaged hand. "Then I'll go with you.." he said softly, as if it were the simplest truth in the world. "Wherever you end up, I'll be there to beat the shit out of them."
Meical froze. "…You'd really do that?"
