Things that I had been stored in my brain turned out to be true, as I stepped into the Red-Blood palace after slamming the truck door in upset because I have been left in the driveway by myself, I saw my grandmother crossing her arms and those crossed arms become my first view as I arrived.
My father was standing right in front of the queen while she was sitting on the cozy couch in the living room of the Red-Blood palace, the guards surrounding the place as all of us coming back from Ascot River at that time.
Her face was tight, none of us have any idea why she was upset at that moment but sure, one of us must be fucked up because if we are not, the queen must not be raging.
I slowly step into the living room, shutting my mouth in tension and breathing heavily, I should not be in this place to face my grandmother’s rage; I should have been in my room instead of being there, but I already joined and like it or not, I have to face everything that will be coming upon us.