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He barely manages to pull his sister even partway to the ground before the matriarch intervenes. The urge to rip Nymphora's delicate ear tip between his teeth almost overwhelms him; to give her a mark to remind her against wounding his pride. Instead, Vincent begrudgingly releases with a ptoo! for good measure, and allows himself to be separated from his warring sibling with a graceful sweep of his mother's paw.

As Reyna gently reprimands him, all fury leaves the boy's eyes as he looks up to his mother with respect reserved for her, and her only. Though he quickly shoots a glare to his sister sitting so prim and proper, no doubt gloating over her perceived win.

"Then I want the other one," he mumbles dejectedly after a moment, motioning with a toss of his head at the first room, the one closest to the entrance of the great hall and to the right of Nymphora's claim.

Whatever.

In the future, when he inherited the throne, he would sleep in the most grand chamber, the one his parents currently occupied, and his siblings would be forbidden from even looking at it.