Andrew walks through the castle halls silently, fidgeting with his gloves and adjusting his cape a bit. He enters the throne room, seeing Frith sitting on his throne & talking to some loyalists. Andrew stays silent, waiting for his father to finish his discussion with them
*Frith was leaning forward, his claws clasped together on his lap and his wings outstretched. He looked angry as he listened to two loyalists Andrew had never met before. Eventually Frith growled quietly, fed up of hearing their begging*
Ok ̬͉ok! I’ll giv͍e̹ you t̞wo̡͗ ̲more͐ͧ ̣̹chạ͛nce. Now leaͯve my̏ sight!̨ *he growled then snarled at them, glitching messily.
The loyalists jumped* yes sir! Thank you sir! *they said quickly before practically running out, terrified. Once they were gone, Frith slumped back, pinching the bridge of his nose and grumbling*















