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The redhead glared at him and crossed her arms. "Then how about getting off your ass, and retrieving him from of the dungeon. I mean you obviously don't want us here then why keep dragging out our visit. Also could you please cut the act, I mean come on! Is this all a game to you, who even has dungeons anymore!? Really! What did he even do, insult your clothes? He wouldn't even harm a fly, let along do something illegal. Really, enlighten me." she spat. Metri was surprised to say the least: no one spoke to him that way. Ever. That Samuel had been disrespectful, but she blew far past that.

"Well, we have a dungeon," he said, faking a bored tone, "and if you are looking to get thrown in it, I suggest you continue." He didn't stand up, as that would be following her orders. Instead, he settled in more comfortably. "If you must know, he did something remarkably similar to what you are doing right now. He told me I could not throw him in the dungeon, so I proved him wrong." Just as Metri was about to continue, his sister Dany glided into the room. He smiled. "Good morning," he greeted.

The redhead continued, "I don't care to see him a nice order, once he's released that it. Take me and Brandon over to him, if you don't mind that is... Prince Demetrius." The prince scoffed.

"Isn't it a little late to be nice to me?" he asked.