Kaelan listened, his eyes on the floor. Soon as his temper faded, he took a keep breath and exhaled. "I apologize," he muttered, hating the fact he was being kind to this mongrel- nay. This...monster, if you would. "Do we have any Jasmine tea? It's good for tension, yeah?" he asked, setting the book he was holding on the desk, before what the servant spoke hit him. "Ball? The ball that's tonight? Shit!" he cursed, beginning to pace. He didn't have a beautiful date. He had no one. He had lead his father to believe he was capable of finding someone on his own. Muttering under his breath, the prince thought, having a slight argument with himself.
"Who could I take? No one, of course, who would ever love you? Shut up, you inconsiderate, neglectful wannabe prince!"
The argument seemed to last for hours, until Kaelan threw his hands up in frustration. "I can't do it! I just won't go. Think father will noticed?"