Perhaps the 'display of love' (which it definitely was not) was a bit too much for the prince to bear. The anger bubbled up within Isidor.
His jaw clenched, and he didn't even bother to say another word. With a sharp turn of his heel, he stormed off, leaving the halls without a second glance.
His pride simply could not handle the humiliation. He decided then and there, he needed a new plan. One that would not only rid him of Darius once and for all but also force that Vaelis bastard to beg for forgiveness.
How dare he ignore me? He would make him pay!
Meanwhile, the said bastard was actually busy silently checking Darius' mana as they continued walking forward hand in hand. Everything seemed under control
