Vincent's POV.
I quickly picked a t-shirt from the cupboard and put it on before I went to meet my father. I wasn't surprised to see that he had called everyone there. He retired from the king's position but still liked to hold his court, where he could decide and dictate.
I threw a quick glance around as I walked toward my father. He was seated in the center, and everyone was sitting around him.
The people present here included my mother, Silas, Silas's mother, Serena, Lena, Sawyer, Olivia, Tobias, and Oliver. Sh*t! After all, what did he have in his mind? But I knew from the scowl on his face that something big trouble was coming my way.
I was a king, and nobody ordered a king around. My dad used to forget this more often. So everybody stood paying respect to me as soon as I arrived.
