Owen's POV
“I'm sorry, Owen," says Sebastian, while looking at me with a serious expression. “But I called again today asking to make an appointment with the king and they denied my request..."
“Oh, sh*t. Not again."
Sighing, I take the sheet of paper I have in my hands which was full of numbers written down and I roll it into a ball before throwing it into the garbage can, scoring on the first try. Frustration rises in my body and is drawn in my bad mood. Lately I feel like no matter how hard I try, things just don't work out, and the outlook does nothing but fill me with frustration.
“It sucks, I know. But hey, you have to cheer up. We won't stop trying to contact him because of this."
Sebastian then takes a seat across from me, and starts playing with a stress ball I have on the ta
