--Valentino POV--
"What do you want?"
"Look at how you've fallen from grace, how truly pathetic," I sighed as a guard put a chair behind me and I sat down on it, crossing my legs as I stared at my father who was hunched in the corner of my cell, covered in a scruffy blanket.
He's changed, no longer perfectly presented, he had a scruffy beard, tattered clothes and he'd only get a shower once a week which couldn't even be called a shower since someone would only throw a bucket of water on him. Even the food he used to eat went from perfectly grilled meat to bland porridge.
"Did you come here to mock the mess that I have become? Is that what King's do nowadays?" He gruffly spat out, chuckling to himself.
"You wouldn't know, since all you did as a King was spend money and sell your citize
