Prince Damon walks swiftly down the hallway, followed by a servant quickly. He's fuming, as his parents were being thick headed about passing a law that would ultimately help the entire empire. The servant looks a bit nervous. Damon was hard to figure out sometimes, even when he was fuming, he didn't show to what extent he was. He slams open the door to his room, long silver white hair flowing behind him.
"Please calm down your highness, I'm sure they'll come to their senses," The servant manages.
"They're idiots. I don't know how they even became the leaders they are," he hisses as he walks in, ignoring the fact Iri was changing his bed sheets, a bit too angry to care.