𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐒.

fine by him. pascal and philip will take over as heirs.

“let’s hope.” he closed his eyes as he downed his glass again, pulling her closer to him.

“he’s locked in his room until further notice.” he muttered, pouring himself another drink. “rabastan is going to kill me.”

“you’ll be fed!” he shouted through the other side of the door before heading down to his office.

“yes. in bed. post coitus.” he sighed, downing the full glass easily before putting it down.

he shoved him even harder down to the floor before he walked out and locked the door from the outside. that would teach him.

he’s sitting down with a large sigh.

“nope. you’re staying in here. i’ll let everyone know you’re ill.” he said as he stood in front of the door, shoving him away.

he will join her.

“you want to hurt leta like this?” he asked, crossing his arms as he approached his son. “think about what this will do to her if you keep this up.”

he found him in bed with a male friend.

he’s been trying his best.

he’s sorry….

“then tell leta you don’t want to marry her:” he knew rabastan was going to be furious about this and he wasn’t sure what to do.

“absolutely not. i will tell rabastan of this and call off the engagement.” he said, grabbing the keys from his pocket.

“you cheated on the girl you are going to marry!” he shouted, pushing him up against the wall.

“you cannot mess this up. you are going to learn.” he said, shaking his head at him.

“you are engaged to be married! this isn’t experimenting!” he said, glaring at the young man who was getting dressed. “and you get out. now.”

when he left, perseus looked back at his son. “you’ve made a mess of things, son…”

“my manor. my rules.” he said, looking at the young man and then his son.

“what in the hell is going on and don’t lie to me.” he said, closing the door behind him and blocking it.

after a few hours, he went to check in on @chemicalabuse.bsky.social to see if he needed anything. what he saw shocked him

turning on the lights, he shouted loudly. “prince perseus parkinson!”

that’s good to know.

he is.

he’ll do it.

he probably did something.

he can’t hope for things to be too good.

it’s been awful quiet which is good, @innuptaematri.bsky.social.

“good or bad?” he said as he turned to face her, pulling her closer against him with a soft smirk.

he was not in the mood for his little pity party. sighing, he sat in his chair to go over some paperwork. all he did was try to make up for being the worst father. wasn’t enough.

“because i never had to ask him for anything. he always wanted to learn the ways in which you didn’t.” he said before he closed the door to get to his office.

“alright. at least i have another son who won’t be such a disappointment.” he said, planning on giving everything to philip anyway. that was the plan all along.

“it was never yours since birth. there were always conditions.” he said , leaning against the door. “i’m sorry. it’s always been this family’s tradition….”