DON’T DISAPPOINT ME
Prince Darlon Sweeney
When Meridian left and shut the doors, I turned to the King, who fixed me with a stern look and raised his voice.
“Did you do what we agreed on?” he asked, and I could hear the triumphant note in his tone—it rubbed me the wrong way.
“It wasn’t that straightforward, Father,” I replied, trying to mask my tension. When he phrased it like that, it felt like I existed solely to fulfill that one purpose.
“What do you mean, you couldn’t pull off something so simple?” he asked in an accusing tone, though the irony and disdain in his voice were unmistakable.
“I’m just saying it’ll take more time,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
I could’ve told him everything was going according to plan, but something held me back. My father could be pretty manipulative w
