His jaw was set tight. He wanted to shoot the man in front of him who was pointing his gun at his life. But the pale face of his aunt stopped him from doing this. He wouldn't perry himself if someone would try to harm his family. His wife was his everything. A strong hand patted on his shoulder. His blazing gaze shifted on his father. He heaved deeply to calm himself down. Although, he was the king now. He could not disrespect his father. His father beckoned him to sit down.
He sat down after a nod, " What do you wanna talk about, Simon?" Morrison asked him. His voice wasn't giving any emotion.
It wasn't just a matter of the enemy. He was a family also. He couldn't make decisions on his own when her father was presented in the hall. His father was still the head of the
