Jay
"You won't be saying anything today. Do you understand?" My father explains.
Of course not. Today isn't about me. The true heir to the throne has returned. I can't upstage him. Not that I fucking want to. I don't want to be on the stage at all.
"I understand," I say.
My father rolls his eyes at me as if I did something unsightly. I just responded to him. What does he want from me? I'm starting to hate this room. My father's office is nothing more than a torture chamber. Misha and Anon are waiting for us outside. Only my father, Kista, and I are here. We are waiting for the PR team to come in and brief us on what to do and say. It's unbelievably quiet here. It's truly suffocating.
