Frederick Akhekh strolled out of the library engrossed deeply in his thoughts. However, his expression suddenly stiffened and his pace quickened.
Not long after, an old man's booming voice sounded in the empty corridor. "Did you go see my granddaughter?"
The King's footsteps paused and when he turned around, he was back to his arrogant and domineering self.
"Hmmm? Do I look like her handmaid? Why are you asking me?" He scoffed twisting his lips.
"Brat. You should treat that child better. What do you think she did first after coming to the castle?"
"Again… why do I care?"
"She is studying! She is studying, you unfilial brat! Such a good child. You should treat such a precious child better, damned brat." The old man harrumphed.
"Heh, really now?" He cocked his head to the side and mockingly chuckled. "I wouldn't be so quick to jump to conclusions. Maybe she is putting on a show just for you. Her mother was good at that after all."
