“The King wants to see you.” My father says, his critical eyes boring in on my soul as he inspected every inch of me for any imperfection. “I don’t know why but he has and I cannot refuse him. If you had just followed my instructions and stayed in your room for his visit, then this wouldn’t have happened.”
My lips threatened to quiver, but I knew emotion would only anger him more, so I held it back. “I’m sorry, father. I was—“
“Your reasoning does not matter to me.” He snaps impatiently. “It's too late for that. What’s done is done. You simply have to be a Rhys now. Be perfect. Be flawless. And remember, his son is with him. The Prince. The next King. You must behave at all costs, do you understand? Do not ruin the family with any mistakes.”
I nodded, forcing my hands to keep still desp
