Prince Roland…
“You son of a b***h!”
He couldn’t help but raise both brows in the air at his sister’s abrupt barge, into his father’s study while he specifically demanded an uninterrupted time from his men while he strategies and study his maps.
Glancing at the guards stationed by the door, he found them on their knees, visibly shaking in fear over the retribution he would enforce at their failure to do their damn duty.
Rolling his eyes, he waved a hand in the air and shut the door closed with his mind rather than choose to deal with them at the moment.
Focusing his attention back on his maps he also ignored his sister who’s still stomping her way towards him with a glare on her face, getting to his desk she slams both hands on his maps knowing that would get him her attention an
