A storm brewed, they knew nothing about what was coming but it was and it wasn't going to stop.
The man stared at his reflection in the mirror, he observed just how dark his eyes were but yet his lips were curled up into a smirk.
His hands were clenched tightly into fists and they shook with anger.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at his reflection with an expression of disgust. She had played with him, made him feel and look like a fool in front of his men.
Yes he wanted her to be his successor but yet at the same time, he was going to make her feel pain, he was going to discipline her in the way a proper father would discipline his child. She seemed to have grown wings and it gave her so much confidence but he was going to break them down he was going to pull her to the ground and then enjoy as her fiery eyes would look up at him.
She wouldn't be broken again, no.
