Prince Alexander Lincoln POV
I felt my father’s hand on my face again, he slaps me all the time. I mean every day. What was my fault? I was just playing with a girl in the Palace’s garden but I got pain in return. Is it bad to play with a girl? I didn’t make her cry.
I looked at his face while my tears flowed out like a waterfall, it didn’t end that day as I was still crying even in my sleep.
“I told you, you can never play with anyone not until you get perfect on your lesson in swordsmanship. You cannot even lift a sword as you were terrified? I can’t believe I have a cowardly son like you. Don’t be so fragile to the point that I will abandon you!” he exclaimed in front of me.
While I was laying on my bed with my tears streaming down like a river, I could still remember everything
