Finn strode into the dining room, his steps loud and firm as he stormed toward the table. Tea was being served later than normal to account for the king's trip through the city later that evening. Finn was angry with his guard, his parents, and the way their society was set up.
He walked with purpose toward the table and stood behind the chair he was supposed to sit in for the meal. His hands rested on the back of the seat, and he surveyed his mother and father quietly. His face a mix of fury and frustration, he took a deep breath before addressing his parents.
With a sigh he spoke, "I am going to town. You will not stop me, and I will not take an entire army of guards either."
The king's jaw clenched as he finished swallowing the bite of food he had been chewing. He looked up at Finn
