Chapter 117
Duke Sebastian
My face stings from the slap, but I remain still and face my father. The force behind his hand was enough to tilt my head slightly to the side, but I don't let it show. There's no use flinching—he feeds off that.
"How dare you embarrass me this way?!" he yells, voice echoing against the marble walls of the office.
I don't respond. It's best to let him yell when he gets like this. The more you speak, the worse it gets.
"What did you do? To piss off the king?" His voice drops an octave, quieter but more dangerous. He slams his hand on the table, hard enough to make the ink pot rattle and bleed across the paper.
"You think just because I stepped down from my position, you can act as you like?"
He paces, boots sharp against the floor. "What have I always told you?"
I stay silent, jaw tight.
"Answer me!"
I finally look at him. "To not bring shame to the Doraemont name."
