Matt blinked, looking at Ryan for a moment before setting the parchment pages down upon the desk and pushing himself to his feet .  He crossed the room and looked at Ryan, met him eye to ey3 for a moment.  "Tell me again that you would rather see me, your best friend dead, because you don't give a shit about this Kingdom and so help me I will punch you in the fucking face. "

	Ryan thought for a moment, "I don't give an absolute fuck about what happens to this Kingdom or anyone else in it."

	Within moments of the last word slipping from his lips, Matt's fist connected with Ryan's face, sending the crown prince tumbling back in his chair and soon sprawled upon the floor.  He winced slightly, rubbing his knuckles lightly, before looking down at Ryan's shocked expression.

	“Didn't think I'd actually deck you did you?  Now, maybe that knocked some fucking sense into you.  I realize you don't want it, but it is yours and you need to get your head out of your ass and fucking do something before I end up kicking your ass.”

	Ryan blinked, rubbing his jaw, thankfully it wasn't broken.  Within moments he was back on his feet, eyes narrowed at Matt.  “Alright, you want me to do something.  Consider yourself the one in charge of dealing with this bullshit.  I'm not dealing with this at all.  You figure this shit out and if I survive this thing I will start actually being a King, otherwise, you can fucking have it.”

	With that, Ryan stormed out of the room, stopping at the liquor cabinet and pulling out the half empty bottle of wine, along with two others before storming from the room and down the hall to his bedroom where he would soon enough drink himself into oblivion again.