The Maynhard Twins

Fifteen

Finally it's done!!!!
I'm pretty satisfied with this one. 😁

Hope you guys like it.

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Arnev joined his team from Veron at the huge guest room the Queen of Tara provided for them. The room had its own living room and there was Arnev headed to.
He saw four people were waiting for him anxiously.

When one of them saw him, the man quickly raised to his feet.
"Prince Arn--"

"It's Lord!" Arnev cut him off. "I've told you to never call me Prince, Kay. Is that really that hard??"

Kay sighed, running his hand to his black hair. At some point, Kay was glad for having the same hair as Arnev. Some people called him sometimes as his cousin or something. Well, Arnev quickly broke the statement anyway. "Forgive me, My Lord. But actually, you are the King's heir now. The King himself has declared that to us, your four protector." He said, pointing at himself then at the other three who now were standing as well.

Arnev ran his eyes among them but he quickly moved his gaze to somewhere else.

"Yes," Arnev sighed, tired to talk about it. "I know King Nauta said that but I haven't take any vow as a Prince yet, Kay. So don't call me that. It should be Nate anyway. He was the oldest nephew of King Nauta." Arnev said between his greeted teeth.

Han snorted. He narrowed his eyes, made it looked like he was closing his eyes since his eyes were small already. "The King had told you to do the vow, My Lord. It was you who being stubborn. You chose to refuse it and swear to yourself to find the one who killed Prince Nate first."

Arnev slammed his ass on the couch and waved his hand. Suddenly, his teams were taking back their seat.

"I never want to be a King. I'm so happy for being an ordinary royal member. Just going around and think nothing than about myself. Tell me again, why it has to be me??" Arnev asked his team.

One of them with the blonde hair, Okan, rolled his eyes. ""You know why, Lord Arnev. The King doesn't have a kid of his own so he has to choose the oldest nephew of him as his heir. It was your cousin, Prince Nate was the oldest. Now, since the Prince is dead, you, as the second oldest nephew of King Nauta, has to take the empty position." He explained patiently.

Arnev groaned, ran a hand on his hair, made his hair messier than before. "I don't want it. Can I skip it and let him choose his other nephew instead??" He asked.

The last man sighed deeply as he stared at Arnev sharply. "Of course he can't, silly! King is bonded with rules and the rules said only the oldest can get the throne."

Kay dropped her jaw. "Lir!!!" Kay groaned to the man with spike hair. "You can't call your own Prince like that!"

Lir shrugged his shoulders. "Why can't I? If he wants to punish me then go ahead." He said, stared back at Arnev. His eyes were glistening wickedly. "Are you going to punish me, My Lord?"

Arnev narrowed his eyes at him. "You're lucky, you're my friend from the day we were born, Lir."

"Well, thank you, my Lord. Actually I never remember accepted you as my friend when we were still on the crib." Lir replied in sarcasm.

Han cleared his throat, ended the topic. He knew exactly what will happen if Arnev and Lir kept arguing.
"Where were you anyway, Prin-- Lord, I mean. Where were you?" Han asked, quickly changed the title when Arnev glared at him.

Arnev rounded his index finger around, lied his back against the comfortable couch. "Nothing, just walk around the city. There's a lot of things we do not have at home here."