Corin's pov.
‚Hey, brother! There you are', Cor's younger twin walked towards him smiling.
Cor looked up from the bench and nodded towards him. Alright, he thought, again…
'You two had a fight again?', he asked. Cor nodded again coldly. Like always, huh?
'What matter now?' He sat next to his brother.
His elder twin didn't answer. Cor was just sitting there, starring at the floor.
'Alright, Cor, what's going on now? Shall I box it out of you?'
Corin never used to be patient, no matter how hard he tried to. But usually after quarreling, Cor always came to him, telling him the whole dialogue with every single word that they've said. Today's it seemed to be different. And that was never a good sign.
Cor just frowned but kept silent. Enough, Corin thought.
'That's it, Cor', he said, 'If you won't tell me, what's going on, I'm going to punch you.'
When Corin said that, he was never joking. Suddenly he could see shock in Cor's face. Then Anger. But he seemed to give up.
'I will tell you', he frowned thoughtfully. Corin knew it. If the nice way didn't work, he just went through the hard way.
Finally. The young prince was starting to lose his whole 'patient'. If he even had some.