Roderic stood before Sebastian alone, stripped of his guards.
Sebastian attempted to bow respectfully and step aside, yet Roderic approached with heavy steps and clamped his hand firmly onto Sebastian's shoulder. His fingers dug into Sebastian's shoulder like a vise.
"Sebastian," Roderic said, his voice resembling the hiss of a serpent. "Or whatever that foolish title is that my father and that idiot brother of mine call you."
Sebastian looked at the Prince with a calm expression, seemingly oblivious to the pain in his shoulder.
The eyes peering from behind his glasses were devoid of emotion. "Your Highness Prince Roderic. What a great honor. How may I be of assistance?"
"You cannot help me, you vile leech," snarled Roderic, bringing his face close to Sebastian's. "Do you think I am blind to your games? Since you arrived at the palace, you have been scurrying in the shadows like a rat."
