Duskfire Glacier usurped

The boy hesitated, and Hawthorn gritted his teeth, biting back annoyance. It wasn't just Kieran, he hated any wolf who didn't know how to speak properly or seemed 'slow' to him. He supposed he should grant the boy some slack, given that he was much younger than the dark shadow himself, but still, Kieran knew how to speak, so the younger heir had no excuse whatsoever. "On what basis?" the corner of the child's lips tugged upwards in a somewhat amused smile and he canted his head curiously. "Do you think we need to meet, because as you are Prince, you have to get to know all your subjects now?" While the question appeared to be phrased in a carefully calculated manner - it had been carefully thought out - Hawthorn asked it without malice. He was genuinely curious how a boy born a Page reacted when he was promoted unrightfully to the rank of Prince.

Hawthorn smiled thoughtfully and turned to look at the younger boy, eyes narrowed for a moment before relaxing and gracefully lowering himself onto the ground. He didn't have anywhere to go, and as the initial irrational anger faded away, he found himself somewhat intrigued by the boy in front of him. Though, who knew how long the intrigue would last. Nowadays, most things bored him.