Angelos POV
I'm late...I'm never going to hear the end of this now. My father has always been strict and commanding. I learned many things from just observing him every time he came to visit. My mother loved him, but she was scared witless of him. She was right to be afraid even though he favoured her -I've never had the illusion that he loved her- he was cruel to her, not intentionally, but he broke her heart every time he came, he made sure that she knew that she was his, but she was below him and would never get more from him than the few days he wished to grace us with his presence. He also had very high expectation of her, she always had to be groomed and perfect as he could show up whenever he wished to. He was rough with her and emotionally cruel, but she never complained once.
