Alaric stormed off towards the main cabin of the aircraft. He moved with the uncanny grace of a jungle cat: fluid, silent, and lethal. A set of brisk footsteps followed him. He didn't bother to look back, simply shedding his filthy suit before swiftly entering the bathroom.
"Throw it away, Brand," he ordered just before the door sealed shut.
Albert swiftly scooped up the discarded armor, his eyes wide with confusion.
"Why would you discard such perfectly good armor?"
Brandon, shot Albert a look of pure disgust. His pale blue eyes were cold. "His Majesty can discard whatever he wants," he clipped.
Albert held the suit closer. "Brand, this isn't just any armor, okay? This was the T.O.P of the line Sovereign Armor..."
Brandon sneered. "Are you planning to wear it yourself? Do you think
