The king saw him and came up to him, annoyed.
" You can't come with me. Who told you I was leaving? It was Antonia, wasn't it? And it was she who dressed you so early this morning. I'm sorry though, you can't come.”
The prince did not move.
" Stop acting up. It's a long journey and it’s certainly not going to be fun. Go back to your rooms; I will come to see you soon.”
Nothing.
Luigi called two soldiers of the personal guard and ordered them to take his brother back to his apartments.
The prince glared at him as he gave those instructions; his face contracted in a painful grimace and his hand grasped spasmodically at the handle, in an even more stubborn grip.
The king nodded to the guards.
" What would you like me to do? Take you with me? " he asked with a certain impatience in his
