forum At War // OxO // Closed

Started September 19, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"Yes, but it was gold. Not…mountains." he arched an eyebrow at Kaylum.

He closed his eyes. “Ah, I see. Well, I thought it was that dragons hoard everything, and technically land would be no exception.” Then he chuckled. “But then, I suppose that’s the common stereotype of humans. Your desire for conquest. We hoard wealth, you hoard land. Isn’t that right?”

He sighed faintly. "Whether or not that is the case, it does not amtter." he replied, shaking his head.

Kaylum just made a shrugging noise, smirking faintly despite still feeling a sting in his back.

Seren continued to glare at Kaylum. "How can you be such a useless prince, that you can tell me nothing of your country's government? What, was your purpose simply to sit and look pretty, like a little plaything?" his words were biting, his tone sharp as a sword.

“I guess so, since father and mother never let me fight in any battles.” Kaylum did not feel like he was lying here, not exactly. It wasn’t that his purpose was to look pretty, it was to stay alive. Looking pretty was just a side bonus. His parents only let him participate in things that they deemed to be safe, like strategizing.

Seren sighed. "That is not the same thing, and you know it." he replied.

Kaylum had to hold in a laugh. The sigh, his tone of voice, everything. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought this was fun. “Oh, really? I think it’s a least in the same ballpark, right?”

"No. It is not." Seren said, slow and dry and exceedingly fed up with Kaylum's behavior.

"Are you sure?" Kaylum insisted. "I mean, I would be pretty terrible in battle, wouldn't I? I'm much better for looking pretty for the masses."

"Yes, I'm very sure. And while I am well aware you are terrible in battle, I also do not believe that your parents never had you do anything other than sit pretty."

“Well, yeah, I’m pretty bratty when I’m bored,” Kaylum laughed.

Seren exhaled loudly, cracking the whip. "Answer the questions with honesty, prince Kaylum."

Kaylum had been wondering when that would happen again. This time he definitely made a noise, crying out briefly before gritting his teeth and just focusing on breathing. He did not answer at first; the stinging feeling had escalated into a raging burn.
“I am,” he eventually rasped. “Also, wow… you used my proper title. Who would have… would have thought?”

Seren glared at him. "You are not, and you know that." he retorted.

His gaze slowly descended to the floor. “Fine… fine. I’m not telling the truth, but I’m not being dishonest either,” he amended.

He snorted. "Then tell the truth, Kaylum. The solution to all of this is simple."

Oh great ancestors… Kaylum was this close to praying in the middle of this interrogation. “It’s really not,” he said, shaking his head faintly. Wincing in pain for a moment, he didn’t say any more.

"It is, though." Seren countered, shaking his head at the dragon shifter on the floor.

After taking a moment to breathe, Kaylum rolled his eyes and said. “Well, clearly we’ve reached a difference in a opinion. Let’s agree to disagree.”

"That's not– we aren't going to just agree to disagree." Seren growled, glaring down at Kaylum.

“Great ancestors human, you’re as stubborn as I am,” Kaylum laughed.

"I am more." he retorted. "And if you continue to refuse to answer, then I will have my men bring Nikolas in here."

“Well, you haven’t asked me much, have you?” Kaylum shot back, though his heart was beginning to pound again. If worst comes to worst, he may just shift. “Sorry, what was the question again?”

"The question, Kaylum, was of how your government works and how the crown is passed off." Seren's voice was razor sharp and angry.