The argument started over dinner, when I let it slip who Tyson's father was, and I froze at my mistake. I never thought a simple conversation could change everything.
''WHAT?!'' He shouted, and tossed down his fork, ''You know how I feel about those city folks.'' His eyes narrowed, filled with a mixture of concern and anger. I felt my chest tighten. This wasn’t just about the prince, it was about the years of resentment he held toward the city that took his family away. ''You know how I feel about this King and his b*stard sons!''
''Grandfather, please believe me, he’s different. He’s kind and thoughtful. Just because he’s the Kings son doesn’t mean he’s like the him, if you could just meet him, speak to him, you'd see what I see. You'd see he's different, and I.'' But my words fell flat
