ALEKSANDER
“I hope you are prepared?” my father asks, leaning back on his chair like he owns the air. Which he practically does.
“Prepared for what? I'm not a f*****g wizard”
I don't want to be here, I'd rather be doing literally anything else in the world than sit here with him. Plus, I have something very important to attend to and being here is a waste of my time. So yes, I am pretty pissed.
“You don't f*****g speak in that tone to me,” he warned.
“Why am I here?”
“A little birdie told me that there's something going on between you and the Vescari spawn. I want to believe that it's a mere rumor… and not the truth”
A little birdie. Someone has been snitching, one of my guards no doubt. I know it's not Boris because he's more loyal than a dog, I can't say the same for the rest o
