ISAIC'S POV
"You're not getting anything from me, either unlock the cuffs or loose a hand! You got five seconds to make your choice." I warn, knowing very well I can't cut off her hand, mother would never think of me the same again.
The door suddenly swings open and in walks my Father. He looks at us with an amused expression. I already know what's coming.
I love him because he has always been a good father, but I hate his texts. None is ever easy.
He thinks I'm too kind to make hard decisions, so his every text involves punishing someone. No one gets punished for doing nothing, but I am still never comfortable being the one giving those orders or executing them.
"Your Majesty! I and Isaac were just playing a little game, but he is being a jerk now!" Heren attempts to fool him.
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