[h1][b][color=red]Ruomahl[/color][/b][/h1]

Being summoned by his father, Ruomahl nonchalantly ran his fingers through his hair coarse, slightly long hair, looking at everything in front of him except his parents.  Ruomahl didn't really care about being summoned. He'd just wait until this was all over, then go back to his things. After all, his father never did much of anything, and that was fine with him. He seemed to be angry, but what Ruomahl cared about was what his brothers were up to, and he definitely had to make it sure they wouldn't surpass him.

What he said made Ruomahl very angry, yes very angry indeed. He was going to take away their powers? Was that even possible? What arrogance the king possessed to think that he was deserving to take away his powers. Ruomahl was not merely exasperated or incensed, or even choleric or maddened. He was feeling turbulently splenetic, he had been so inflamed. His father continued, which only fueled Ruomahl's vehemence.  Perhaps the food bill was a bit large and maybe they did buy a few things, but that obviously wasn't Ruomahl's fault. Except for the jewels, and the elaborate clothes, and maybe that crown he had ordered was a bit excessive, but his brother's had all done the same thing! Ruomahl couldn't rightfully let them surpass him. But to be stripped of his birthright was an unfathomable usurpation of himself that Ruomahl felt like doing nothing but screaming. 

The King continued, and he made it worse. It seemed to Ruomahl that he intended for them to go to the human world, which was always called the surface. Ruomahl wasn't sure what to make of this, and was mostly just ambivalent on it. It might not be so bad in itself, at least for Ruomahl. Ruomahl assumed his father knew this, and so he had done everything to make it miserable. Ruomahl would have to follow so many rules that he would likely go insane. This was too much, too much indeed! Ruomahl did not want a jailer, or an "advisor" as his father called him, and he did especially not want one when he got back. 

At least he'd get a woman, although Ruomahl had heard that mortal women were a bit difficult to woo. Maybe if he was lucky, he wouldn't have to go as far as wooing. Unfortunately, Ruomahl knew that he wasn't lucky, and that this would be as hard as heaven. 

"I suppose that's it, then," Ruomahl said.