When the Eldest Prince heard his father utter the words "the chances are slim," his mind buzzed, and he felt a slight ringing in his ears.
As his gaze shifted, the world in his eyes seemed to have some trailing afterimages, and he could no longer walk back and forth, holding onto the armrest of the chair, he sat down.
His expression began to twist slightly. To him, all of this was unfair. He had done nothing, yet he was about to lose his future and power. He couldn't understand why it was him and not someone else.
It took quite a while before the Eldest Prince recovered from this lost state. He licked his lips, a gesture that was actually quite vulgar.
If aristocrats had slightly cracked lips that needed protection, they would use ointment made from whale oil to keep their lips moist.
They wouldn't lick their lips with their tongues; that was a method only used by lower classes.
"Can we... suppress these nobles?"
