His eighth son was not like the Heir.
The Heir was aware that he should pass on the message to his father when his Eighth Brother was home whilst delivering the pastry to his mother, yet his eighth son had arrived at the mansion yet did not come to greet him.
Well, his beloved Queen was not like their son. They were, after all, different.
Displeasure instantly filled his heart.
He spoke to the Heir in an even more gentle way. "Don't worry, what belongs to you will be yours, and that is the rule. Tomorrow, I will summon your Eighth Brother to court and have a chat with him."
"…"
"It is getting late, you can leave now."
"…"
