Henry, on the flip side was looking perplexed as his eyes raked from Eric to Pase, while muttering out a small, "What the hell is up with these two..?". But it was ignored, as Pase raised the silver-wrought wand of his, not by much to shoot anything, but enough to elicite a gasp from the knight who ought to protect his prince.
"Is it because you thought I would steal your love?" sneered the mage, his greesy hair falling over the cockled lines of his forehead, which was trimmed with scales, "Did you think I would ruin the chance you had with him? Is that it?"
Avianthan neighed from behind, almost ready to charge at the mage, but the prince raised his hand to ask the mare to stay right where she stood.
He turned to Pase, "What are you talking about? Who is whose love? I'm kinda lost here,
