Prince Kurat
“So, is someone going to tell me why our big brother is such a d**k?” Gideon asks as soon as he returns from settling Mystique in his room. Ratnik and I had been sitting in the private lounge drinking some of our father’s bourbon. The golden liquid was going down nicely. Ratnik stood up and poured Gideon a glass before joining us again.
“So?” he pressed us. Letting out a deep sigh Ratnik starts with a frown.
“ Brother, he has been getting worse. He honestly thinks he is the king already.” Gideon just nods as he takes a sip of his drink.
“So same old s**t then!” he says with a small laugh and a shake of his head. “Still not allowing you to deal with the army and warriors?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Pretty much.” Ratnik smirks while refilling our glasses. Gideon turns
