You'll let me out?

"Are you alright, Your Royal Highness?" 

Ismael raised his chin and his arms to his side when Joaquin grabbed his collar. The latter leaned his face closer, eyes barely blinking that could send a chill down anyone's spine. But alas, the third prince was unfazed but rather amused. After all, I always was a win for him whenever the crown prince would react to his taunting. That only meant he hit a nerve or two.

"If I ever know you are involved in this…" Joaquin narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on Ismael's collar. "… you will wish you were never born, Ismael."

"Don't be like that, Your Royal Highness." Ismael kept his grin, unfazed by the thick aura exuding from the crown prince's back. "How can I help a traitor like the seventh prince who is affiliated with the Valiente? A group that is against the monarch?"

"Hah…" Joaquin laughed, studying Ismael's demeanor while the latter laughed with him. "You are gaining some balls, I see."