Natali was standing there when he started yelling about anthony. Frowning as he continued talking. Listening to him throwing an all out royal tantrum. No wonder Anthony started crying. Their prince was the biggest spoiled brat in adult form she had ever seen. She just watched as he name called Anthony. Watching him yelling at Cliff was making her angry. He was out of line and needed to finish his examination. She was feeling a slight rushing of her blood as her demonic side raged at the inproper and childish behavior he was showing. Angry yet her face was a sea of calm which denied the inner anger. Her next words were eerily calm yet her eyes told she was angry with the Prince. "One...Anthony is not a traitor. Two...you are acting like a bratty two year old. Three...my name is Natali." She pauses for a moment. "Four...you need to finish your examination and stop yelling at Cliff. Five...you might be prince but your father's orders supercede your own. Therefore false accusations of traitorism are completely uncalled for." She frowns again. "Plus you need your mouth washed out with a bar of soap. You don't cuss at people you don't even know." She says. Swaying and leans against the doorframe. Panting a bit as she was extremely out of breath. She looks at Cliff then back to Brandon. "I am guessing you are Brandon." She says. She had no intentions of throwing prince in there. If she did it would be nothing polite being said. She would refrain from anything further.