The word "_FIREBOUND_" in graffiti is sprayed onto the wall. It’s graffitied in red, yellow and orange and there are chains surrounding it in grey graffiti.

"I think the chains and the name represent that the Neuros are bound by us Pyros, the people of fire," Chief Bill says thoughtfully.

I glance at him. "Nice work, _expôndo_."

"No need to call him a smartass," Wyatt, a new recruit, mutters under his breath.

I turn to him menacingly.

Bill elbows Wyatt and glares at him before looking at me with a plastered smile. "He didn’t mean it, Your Highness."

I step forward to the young man and lean down. "I ought to burn you alive right here for even daring to think you can speak to me."

The black haired man looks down at the ground shamefully. "I apologise, Your Highness."

I consider making an example on him but I will not waste my breath.

I stand up taller and turn back to the graffiti.

"Chief Bill, find a way to get this off and fast. And don’t tell my father about this," I order, walking away.

(Based off of War of Crowns)