The king’s brows furrowed with bewilderment at the conversation that was going on, “What boy are you talking about? How come no one told me about this?” He asked his wife begrudgingly but she simply rolled her eyes at him; much like how Zala does.
“There are some things that must only be said between women. What has that got to do with men?” The Queen clicked her tongue at her husband.
Orpheus watched how helpless the King was against his wife and couldn’t help but imagine if he could have grown up with such a family if his mother had not passed away.
But he didn’t dwell on it too much. What was done was done. And he wasn’t the little boy who got distressed whenever he was told that he was the reason why his mother died and his father lost his lover.
Not able to vent his frustration
