[At that, the young prince doesn’t bother hiding his frown. He keeps them walking again, gliding beneath the loam-scented structure of the greenhouse above, unafraid of its precarious positioning.]

Then refuse to do so. It’s understandable to hate it.

[Using appearances to instill fear based on what he assumes is a cursory sort of bias. Unflattering and unfair, and he feels a twinge of offense for Oz’s sake, despite only having just met him.

And realizes his hypocrisy only moments later.]

...I shouldn’t have judged so quickly when I saw you, summoning my weapon as I did. I know now that there’s nothing to fear; and I should have known that appearances are merely surface-level.