The chaos finally died down when Russell wedged himself between them like a tired referee breaking up a childish brawl.
Micah huffed, arms crossed tight across his chest, eyes still blazing. He didn't say anything, just scowled at Archie like he couldn't decide whether to chop him into pieces or fry him whole.
"Brother," Russell started, exasperated. "What are you doing? I just asked you to buy breakfast, not play tag." He let out a long sigh and pointed out to a small number of onlookers. "Think about your image! You are the captain of the SilverBlade legion. What if someone records this circus and posts it online?"
Archie's lip stretched upward. "Wow. You have become such a wise king, my liege," he said, clutching his chest. "This humble subordinate is touched. So touched he could die here and now."
"Of course. This is a sovereign's job to correct his subject's wrongdoings." Russell nodded seriously.
