“Adrian! You will wait!”
Adrian paused midway to getting in the car. He backed back out and closed the door, turning to face his father as he stood at the entrance to the palace.
Adrian put his hands casually in his pants pockets and leaned on the side of the car. He pulled his cigarettes out and lit one as he watched his father approach.
Roman stood on the opposite side of the car, watching over the roof of it.
“I can’t have you rushing off half-c****d, Adrian…you need to calm down and reassess the situation.” King Michele said calmly.
“I have, Father…several times.”
“I can’t allow this, Adrian.”
Adrian looked at the ground, then up along the drive. He sighed and looked back at his father. “Are you threatening action against me?” Adrian asked casually.
“Adrian…” Roman muttered in
