"Your Highness the Thirteenth Prince, we have received the news you have been waiting for."
The study, though within a spaceship, had nothing to envy regarding the luxury of what it would have looked like in an imperial castle. In the comfortable armchair behind the desk, Princess Darcina's brother, the youngest main-line imperial descendant just after her, tilted his head slightly.
His appearance as neat as ever and his hair carefully trimmed, the Prince paused to think. His blue eyes that formed a handsome contrast with the faint red of his skin tone gained a faint depth as his chest deflated.
That exhale, it carried the anger, the resentment he had been nursing for some time already. And that was not surprising. Anyone else in his place would have been bathing in a sea of angry resentment just like him.
