Kell was just about to say that getting into fights in bars is a time honored tradition for all princes. Nothing gets the stress out of your system like a good bar brawl. No amount of sparring with the guards could compare.

Wilhelm's reaction turns him serious in an instant. He knows the feeling all too well. Even a year after anything similar could happen to him or Rhy, he still gets the chills at the memory.

"A spectacle. An object. An achievement to score."

He looks Wilhelm straight into eye. There's a set to his jaw that tells of countless times of withheld fury. The bones he did not break, the hearts he did not rip, and all those that he did.

"You were right to react."

Kell shakes his head slowly. He's actually mad at Wilhelm's parents. They should have protected him from such situations. Not blame him for trying to protect himself where they failed. They should have stood behind him, teach him how to deal with it himself or have someone who would do this for him. Kell trained from his earliest age to be someone like this for Rhy.

"I've broken quite a few arms, shins and fingers, on people who tried to touch Rhy inappropriately. You should have had someone like me. It's wrong that you didn't. Nobody has the right to touch you if you don't allow it or how you don't allow it. Whoever doesn't understand such a simple rule, just forfeited the right to keep their bones intact."

Kell says all this in a calm and serious tone. Like it's the most obvious thing in the word. Because it is. It should be. He dragged Wilhelm to have fun and relax, but this is too important topic to just let it slide.

"Would you like to learn how to disarm someone that makes them look not dangerous but stupid? So they won't ever try touching you again in fear you'd make a laughing stock of them again?"

Gossip and ridicule are excellent weapons when you know how to wield them.