The son, the Heir, the youngest of Roderick, the most handsome and astounding young man of Zariya, for once, wanted to do something as childish as throwing rocks at his favorite uncle.
No.
Throwing a boulder sounded much better.
But he would surely just resort to pebbles in the end since he didn't want to hurt his lovely guardian. The one that had changed his diapers and patted his butt when his dad was being useless right after his mother's passing--
"..."
Wait.
Hold the fuck up.
He shouldn't be wearing diapers at the age of 5… Right?
Dignity. What was that? He had none left. If only the earth would open up and swallow and accept him as one of her kin…
What had happened throughout his childhood?! Was this what happened when being raised by Alphas who knew nothing about raising a kid at all?! Those who had zero understanding on how to care for children?!
Fuuuu--
