Alexander almost stormed in his room, nearly kicking the door open. The guards who were standing guard outside his room looked at each other confused. He raked his fingers through his hair for the nth time today proceeded by a hiss. He was itching to kick or punch anything…or someone. His fists clenched damn hard at the thought. He really needed to clear his mind right now or else… Maybe a cool shower would do.
And with that in mind, he threw his jacket on the hanger and began untying his robes, his mind swirling with the thoughts of his mother. How could she keep such a secret away from him for so long. He deserved to know who he was but she went ahead to hide the fact for twenty plus freaking years. And she expected him to retain his calm? Hell that was not possible.
