On this day, the quality of Prince is defined by rage and Jerod fulfills that requirement completely.
The moment stretches a second, two, then three. To the outside observer, it is moments, to Jerod, it is near infinity as he focuses on the card, working to keep the screaming, mind-numbing anger at bay. It is perhaps fortunate that the battle was so recent, that tiredness is still there to keep the emotion from being unstoppable. As it is, it still threatens reason, though Jerod is still a Prince, and nothing rules the Princes for long.
"Do not undertake that action again." Jerod says, the first few words hoarse from the control he has imposed. "Ever."
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