@Fraust
Nathaniel gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, clearly pissed, but knowing better than to start fighting. Especially in a hospital room.
Nathaniel gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, clearly pissed, but knowing better than to start fighting. Especially in a hospital room.
"Tiny, and never going to be king."
"You'll never be the real king! You'll always be less than Lloyd! You're never going to have as much power, or be as important, and you sure as hell aren't going to be as liked by the public!"
He laughed a little bit. "I don't need to be on Lloyd's level, Nathaniel. Don't you understand that? I'll still have more power than Everyone else."
"You don't deserve power." Nathaniel kept glaring up at Anton, clearly not afraid of him. "People like you should never get here."
"People like me? And what, you think it should be someone like Ellis? A disgusting, slutty little half-breed?"
"He deserves it more than you." Nathaniel crossed his arms and folded his crumpled wings.
"He Deserves it? You don't know him like I do. You don't know the things he's done like I do."
"Like what? Doing all your chores for you? Getting treated like shit?" Nathaniel gasped mockingly. "How scandalous of him."
He scoffed, shaking his head. "You're what, eight? I'm not getting into the details with a child!"
"I'm eleven and I know you treat him poorly." Nathaniel huffed and crossed his arms again.
"Me? He's the one that'll let just about anybody into his bed with him." he retorted.
"He's a servant! Surely he's not allowed to sleep around?" Nathaniel asked, disregarding the fact that he knew next to nothing about sex.
"Yes, that's my point. He's not supposed to be, but I guess the little slut can't really help it, poor thing." fake sympathy oozed in his words.
Nathaniel kept glaring at Anton. He didn't exactly know what slut meant, and it showed a bit, but he wasn't about to ask. "Well, at least he's not an asshole all the time."
Anton shook his head. "I'm not an asshole. I just tell the truth."
"But you're always an asshole about it, and you're never tolerant to anyone. That's why people can't stand to be around you for more than a few minutes."
He snorted. "Maybe I am an asshole, but I am allowed to have opinions, child."
"And so am I. You may not care about my opinions since I'm younger than you. Most people at least try to be more quiet about how much they hate minorities, but you're a special kind of asshole."
"Of course I'm special. Not everybody gets chosen as the prince's fiance, after all."
Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "And why they chose you, I'll never know. "
"Because I'm special, obviously." Anton retorted.
"You're an asshole they picked for 'political reasons' because you're a noble or something and somewhat close to Lloyd's age."
"Exactly. I'm special." he replied, shooting Nathaniel a condescending little smile.
"You're not special! You're lucky to have been chosen in the first place! You know where you'd be if you hadn't been randomly chosen? Right back where you started!"
(No one:
Anton: I'm special uwuwuwu
Nathaniel: >:0)
(lmao so true tho)
He shrugged a little bit. "Right. But being chosen makes me special, irregardless of randomness."
"No it doesn't! You're not special! You're just an ordinary asshole!"
"Right, but I'm a powerful, rich asshole."
Nathaniel huffed indignantly, clenching his tiny hands into fists. Don't punch him. Don't.
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