Bryan's POV
The morning after my father’s unexpected praise, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose—and maybe a little too much arrogance. For once, I wasn’t rolling out of bed with a pounding hangover or with my mind blank about what to do next. No, today I had a mission. I was going to prepare myself for the upcoming council meeting and show everyone, especially Henry, that I wasn’t just some spoiled brat riding on my father’s name.
I stretched lazily on my bed, staring at the ceiling with a smirk. Council meeting, huh? They’ll finally have to hear me out instead of whispering that I’m nothing but trouble. The memory of Henry’s face last night, twisted in pain with that vase hitting his skull, gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. Not that I was proud of the violence… but seeing
