Zen Stormhold was throwing a tantrum because she did not bite him? Was he a small chil? No wonder Crown Prince Lance and Prince Lance had been laughing at her naivety in believing that Zen was the most easy going one. She'd thought this because he had, after all, pushed her to Kael. So, she didn't think he would suddenly turn protective.
Emira stared at him. "Are you really throwing a tantrum like a small child? What are you three months old?"
"You think that is what I am doing? I am a three hundred and sixty months old." he shot back. "You, Emira, my little fire! How do you address Kael?"
Emira frowned at the random question and change of topic... "I call him Your Highness..."
"And Lance?"
"Your Majesty…"
"And me?"
"Zen."
"Exactly!"
"Exactly what?" Emira asked, still confused.
