Third Person POV
Lucian’s rage was barely contained as he made his way down the corridors, heading directly towards the kitchen. Servants took one look at his face and gulped, sensing his ire, while Rosalie was following, with her head down, staring at the floor, feeling miserable. She didn’t speak a word. They had barely made it into the dining room when Lucian’s anger finally erupted and he gave vent to it. He upended the dining table, plates and all, roaring loudly as Rosalie looked up, while the Servants skittered out of the room. She blanched.
They are trying to control you. They don’t care about what you want. Now they are trying to force you to marry somebody just for their own agenda. Can’t you see that you’re merely a pawn in their game? Show them your anger. Show them that you
