Seeing they had escaped again from our own meeting, I couldn’t help but feel the threat of pain over what Carter was insinuating.
“Carter, stop”
He looked at me in pure rage, and he had ever reason to feel this way but he also had to accept he was not the king by blood, he marked and matted the princess.
“If you are telling me to stop protecting my family then you might as well reject me, he is the or son not me!”
Carter was half right and he knew it, but he wasn’t king, he can’t choose that as if he was the king that rules above me, he has to stop behaving as if we all need to do as he says.
“He did the wrong and we all know it but he now has the only one who can make sure he stays under control, you know things will be under control now.”
Each word I said made him even more angry.
