The Encounter

"Damn it! Damn it! What a f*cking prince! A poor fish that deserved to be exiled in such a barren wasteland!" Cornelius thought angrily. But the guards with swords in their hands frightened him and he could only swallow his hatred.

Walking out from the gate of the castle, the baron sighed in relief as he saw the guards turned to leave.

He took the wet handkerchief in order to wipe his forehead, spat on the ground and imagined that he had spat on the face of the prince. It seemed that spitting was not enough to comfort him and he trod on his spit as if he were treading on the prince.