This superficial tone had come from the youngest among them who kept looking sideways as he spoke. This soldier held a cunning, wondering if a better sport could be made with the madman, as it was with the girl.
For it was that their jealousy of this handsome man still freshly lived within their recollections of him.
Francis had a way of making every other man feel inferior and less fortunate. And now, this gave them a growing pleasure in the thought of taking him down.
The excitement was rising. All three were smirking. Each thought to themselves that the once mighty Francis now appeared very easy to overwhelm. They could hurt him, yay even kill him, and no one would miss this lunatic prince.
Their envy spiced and spiked their lust, and their desires dangerously excited their wits to conform.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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