A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor
Why are the nobles good looking too, isn’t that unfair!? ("Yer just ugly..." "What did you say!?") - An annoyed peasant *** Y'know, I'm beginning to think these Yarmdon raiders and murders are real jerks! - dead villager *** If being special means monsters like being around me, then I don’t want to be special!! - a terrified youth
The Capital - Part 5
"It sounds complicated," the High King said, "frightfully so. I wonder if even my chief strategists would be able to untangle the mess that you've made Lord Blackwell. Perhaps this is simply your fighting style? You enjoy making messes, and taking advantage from them?"
Even as far away as Oliver was, and even though the High King's insults were not directed at him, he could feel his anger boiling. Even knowing it was an act, it was difficult to restrain it. Bare-faced insults, hidden behind a mask of stupidity, it was a difficult thing to do anything against.
"…I suppose you could describe my style as something of that sort, Your Majesty," Lord Blackwell said, his voice no more than a whisper as he ground his teeth, keeping his fist clenched.