In what must have been the blink of an eye, I found myself standing in front of the door to my fathers’ study. I had been informed by a set of the palace guards that he was indeed inside, and that it was where he had gone after he had failed to capture my attention. But the reason why I was simply just standing here as if I wasn’t here, was because those very same guards had happened to mention to me that my father was far from pleased with the route that my decisions had taken as of late.
The moment that I found myself seated in front of him, I would receive a verbal lashing. I could only begin to imagine everything that he would say, to picture the way that he would be pacing from one side of the room to the other. It was a scene that I had lived through countless times before, a scene
