fine by him. pascal and philip will take over as heirs.
βletβs hope.β he closed his eyes as he downed his glass again, pulling her closer to him.
βheβs locked in his room until further notice.β he muttered, pouring himself another drink. βrabastan is going to kill me.β
βyouβll be fed!β he shouted through the other side of the door before heading down to his office.
βyes. in bed. post coitus.β he sighed, downing the full glass easily before putting it down.
he shoved him even harder down to the floor before he walked out and locked the door from the outside. that would teach him.
heβs sitting down with a large sigh.
βnope. youβre staying in here. iβll let everyone know youβre ill.β he said as he stood in front of the door, shoving him away.
he will join her.
βyou want to hurt leta like this?β he asked, crossing his arms as he approached his son. βthink about what this will do to her if you keep this up.β