In his chambers

Vortigan smiled proudly as he laid on the bed, dressed in his fanciest robes. He had his crown perched on his head. He knew he was the sovereign prince and his father had fallen ill recently. He knew it was only a matter of time before he took the throne for himself.

“Vortigan, you should come see father,” Vortigan’s younger brother, Phineas said.

Vortigan rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I will. I have my own duties to attend to, dear brother. I have no interest in spending time wasting away for father’s inevitable ****. I need to prepare. I need to ensure that everything is set for when I become king.”

“What? He’s not dead,” Phineas said. “You act as if you already have the throne.”

“Of course I do, I’m the heir, and you are the spare, don’t you dare question the authority for which you have none,” Vortigan spat, his long blonde locks falling in front of his eyes.

His gray eyes pierced Phineas’s brown eyes with a big smile. “You are such an arrogant demon,” Phineas said as he shook his head, his black hair which contrasted Vortigan’s fell to the side. “One day you will pay the consequences of your arrogance. By the way, you have Lady Antoinette who wishes your appearance, what for I have no idea.”

“Please, that whore probably wants to sleep with me,” Vortigan said. “Tell her to go screw off and bother someone else.”

“For God’s sake Vortigan, you’re such a jackass!” Phineas yelled. “If you were half the man you claim to be, you wouldn’t toss these ladies away like a hunk of meat to feed to your wolves.”

“Shut up,” Vortigan said. “Or as king I will have your head.”

“You are NOT king!” Phineas yelled. “You’re just an arrogant little prat who needs to be taught a lesson.”

Vortigan laughed loudly. “And who is going to teach me, you?”

Phineas glared, fist clenched, debating what to do as he grew angrier.