“You have to sign this, Casper!”

King Bahman yelled at his son, who was too busy to pay heed to his father's command. Engrossed in the history book, Casper licked his index finger and turned the next page, a mischievous grin was dancing in his calm eyes.

“You brat! I am talking to you.”

King snatched his favorite book and thrashed it to the wall. Casper’s empty hands stayed mid air for a moment, he sighed while shaking his head.

“Read this!”

King Bahman retrieved a plain envelope from his robe’s pocket and flashed it before Casper.

“Alpha King has sent me a warning about tomorrow’s fight. He is clearly...