Chapter ninety two: What's in your head 3?
Alexander had simply accepted the worst all the time, even expected it. It got to a point where he simply took the bad part of anything good and described it in details. He found out it saved time for people that made assumptions.
He remembered when he ended the war his father waged on the eastern hemisphere, he was only seventeen. He came back to his castle and he didn't make a big event about it, never even uttered a word until he woke up two days later to the cheers of his subjects, calling his name and praising him. It made him uncomfortable but it didn't stop him from standing by the stone railing and watch as thousands of people chanted his name with an expressionless face. He knew his father was rolling in his grave.
"Alexander"
Jamie's voice brought him out of the head.
"Hmm"
