Prince Darcy Montel Capricorn
Darcy bowed as the Princess made her exit. "Likewise, Princess Aries." When she was out the door, Keenan let go a breath he didn't realize he was holding, absolutely exasperated. He raised his hands and curled his fingers in annoyance, grumbling and pacing back and forth.
"That nerve! If I weren't any smarter I would have strangled her with her own hair!" He grunted through gritted teeth, angrily scratching his head.
"Doubt it," Darcy simply stated before lifting his head and turning on his heel back to his office. Keenan stopped and gave an incredulous look, following after his brother.
"I'm serious! Was that all she came here for?" he huffed, trying to keep up with his brother's fast pace. "'See ya, Caps,'" he mocked with a nasally voice. "'Just letting you know you bought yourself a couple weeks.' Really? Really? She bought herself a seat on my number one hit list! How can you stand that woman? Couldn't you have just taken her prisoner and tie up that knot then and there? I'm sure she'd find our prisons to be much more hospitable than whatever gate of hell she had risen from—"
"Keenan."
"No, not even hell itself could bear such an irritable fiery personality such as hers, condemn me if she not be the Prince of darkness himself—"
"Keenan," Darcy said, more loudly, as they entered their office. Orea looked up from her book and watched her brothers come in.
"Princess of darkness, rather, or, nay! Lucifer would rather bathe in holy light than listen to her speak for ten grueling minutes—"
"Keenan!" Darcy bellowed, turning abruptly to face him. "For heaven's sake, do you hear yourself? You're spouting more nonsense than Aunt Estelle when you traveled to Deneb Algedi." Darcy pinched the bridge of his nose at the memory. He took his seat behind his desk as Keenan watched, the latter somewhat out of breath from his rambling. "I understand your frustrations. But you really need to calm down."
The younger prince slowed his breath and looked down in shame. "Sorry. I just, I don't understand either. Why did you choose the King? We don't have the Arian's ferocity nor the Cancerian's passion. Why did you make such a terrible mistake?" God forbid, if Alexis's thoughts on the Capricorn Kingdom were right, and they did end up losing, not only would it be disastrous for their people, but it would put a great wound in his pride. Of which he has much of.
Orea spoke, "It was not a mistake." Her brothers turned to her in slight surprise. "Have more faith in our brother, Keenan. Cool down your head— you've as much ferocity in your eyes as an Arian." She closed her book and spoke steadily. "We have plans, Keenan. And while it seems impossible now, we will have more allies. Even as we are currently, we have our connections, and our own resources. You don't even realize that you are underestimating your own people."
Keenan's face grew red. Orea sat still. Darcy watched their faces.
"Haha," Darcy let out. His chuckle grew into a hearty laugh. His siblings watched their older brother in confusion. "You're both going to kill me before anyone else does. Keenan, sit. We'll tell you why we're not going to lose. Listen well— I expect that after this you won't have any more of these childish tantrums."
Keenan did as he was told, and Darcy told their plans. Truth be told, the war's victor can be anyone, and the circumstances for the King seem truly dire. But Darcy didn't want to dwell on the what-ifs. If he wasted anymore time sulking, their chances would be that much more slim. Luck was unnecessary; he just needed to work hard. Let the other side think what they want to think. All the better to be underestimated.