TRISTAN:
I watched in spite as the duke’s hateful face twisted itself in recognition and went pale almost in a heartbeat. “You!...”
Yes me… I am the kid of the king you killed, and the son of that woman you kidnapped twenty long and f*cking years ago! I was that kid who brought you inside our castle out of pity, and the one whom you deceived so that you could kill the rest of my pack… Surprise! I’m alive, and I will make you and your precious baby’s life as fiery as hell!
Those words were what I wanted to say so badly in front of this thrash!… Sadly it wasn’t the right time yet…
“Who the hell are you?!”
“If you don’t know, I won’t tell you,” I proclaimed, as I came back to the couch I was originally sitting at. I sipped the rest of the scotch before I spoke again. “For now, I suggest you focus on producing that dowry… Perhaps Dahlia will be thrilled enough to meet you if you do, for once.”
“Can’t I meet her now? I now she’s here somewhere...”