The prince smiled smugly as he broke free of Asbel's hold. However, his confident expression soon turned to one of fear as Asbel reached out and held his arms in place. Instinctively, golden eyes glared back at angry green ones. Both were obstinate, they weren't about to back down. The young prince's gaze faltered as he felt heat on his arms. The fool phoenix was burning his sleeves! With a hiss, Frey prepared to strike the other male in the stomach in order to get him away. At this rate, he would have burn wounds on his flawless skin, and he didn't want that at all. 

The silver-haired boy didn't speak, for Asbel threatened to turn all the lights off. A terrified gasp escaped Frey as he pondered the very mention of the idea. It would be awful, just like in his nightmares... "You can't do that!" Frey snapped, tightening a hand into a fist. He would smash this boy's face in, if he needed to. Frey was taught, mostly by himself, to fight for what he wanted. Currently, he wanted the lights to be back on. Though his fist was balled, he hesitated. He didn't want to assault anyone physically- it wasn't satisfying or fun, just pointless. However, before he was able to do any more, there was a blinding flash of light in the doorway. 

"What in the name of all that is bright and beautiful is going on here?" A strong female voice demanded. Quickly, Frey whipped his head around to see the speaker. It was the castle's oracle, Lady Blanchette, more often called 'Mighty Oracle' by most of the palace and surrounding buildings. She had been alive for decades, serving as a healer and prophet not for the king and royal family, but for the very nation. As such, while she followed the laws, she had no real reason to- everyone needed her more than she needed anyone else. Her plethora of power greatly outshone that of Bachus. 

She had light skin, and a young, doll-like face. On either side of her head, were two golden, intricate golden braids. Her petite figure looked strangely imposing as her whole body radiated with white light. At once, the lanterns in the room were lit. Bright blue eyes narrowed at Frey and Asbel. Her big, fancy dress had many layers and she struggled to keep her skirts up. Though she was very virtuous, she enjoyed living the high life, much unlike her mother, who was the kingdom's old oracle. "B-Blanche..." Frey began. She was one of his only real friends, but was genuinely pissed. 

"Silence!" She screeched. "Unhand each other at once! Frey! I thought you pledged not to cause as much trouble anymore! You promised your family!" though her eyes burned, they were soft, as if she knew something nobody else did about Frey. Which she did. With a distressed sigh, she turned her attention to Asbel. "And you, Asbel! To assault a prince? What's gotten into you? Nevertheless," She continued. "You two will be facing some serious punishments." Frey's heart sank and he shrunk away from Asbel.