“What more could make a grown man close with his father? Liquor.”
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The proud and might King Matthias Isaac VI has his mind set for one thing—before the sun rises, he shall bridge the gap he himself placed between him and his son, the equally pride and mighty Crown Prince Gavin Isaac.
Nathalia, if I were to say words that will cross past the goal of mine, slap me. Sitting at the first right of the grand oak table, he seemed like a solitary figure amidst the opulence of the room. The table was strewn with nothing but bottles of liquor and two glasses—with one of them belonging to him., “That son of mine is late.”
To have him converse with his child who grew up distant of him, he racked his thoughts to look for the most eligible way of looking him in eye—and the triumphant idea is
