"Correct yourself!" Marcos yelled, taking strides toward his brother, Fredrick.

Murmurs, rise in the wake of the commotion.

Fright and anxiety clouded the air as they failed to keep to themselves this juicy information being passed live before their very eyes.

"Did I just hear wrong? That's Prince Fredrick?"

"I can't believe it myself either!"

"Who would have known that his highness's relationship with his family would be this grim?"

"Why are you sounding surprised? Look at the way they carry themselves; why won't it be bad? How could they just barge in without an invitation? Humph!"

"They act so cocky too! Just look at them; they even dared to...