Oliver's POV
It was His Highness, drunk, he staggered in my room.
How much did he drink to get so drunk that he is not even able to walk properly? I wondered as he came to me.
" Oliver, you will do well, right? ", he saod, as he sat on the end of my bed, making me sit up.
I did not say anything to him. This was the first time he came to my room since I returned back and this is the first thing he was saying to me. This thought itself made me furious. I knew he never cared about me but then he should properly cut ties with me instead of barging in my room and irritating me.
" Why? Are you not confident? Or is it that you just don't want to answer me? ", he said in a loud voice.
I looked out of the door to see where the guard went that he didn't come running at such a loud noise.
" What? Looking for your guard? ", he asked, seeing me craning my neck to look out of the door.
I still didn't say anything to him.
