Prince Damian lost it, he flared and rushed the old man, Mr. Baldwin.
“Damian!” King Nixon snapped, blocking his son and grabbing him by the arm. “What are you doing?” he looked him in the eye.
Queen Neticia gulped, catching a cold from watching the scene unfolding before her eyes. “Calm down, Damian, let’s sort this out as the adults that we are. You don’t take rash actions because they can be regretted tomorrow, please!” she said.
Damian sucked angrily in a breath, his body going stiff with anger. “He has to be persecuted,” he blurted, pointing to Baldwin.
“We will take this one step at a time,” Nixon explained with an air of authority and finality. He glanced at his unconscious son on the bed. “This room is crowded and that’s not good for Eric, we all need to leave now,” Nixon added
