20 years ago...
The sounds of dishes crushing on the floor echoed off the walls. On a chair sat Alex, panting in anger with his hands clenched tightly to conceal the blood of the cuts created by his slap on the glasses. “I said I don't want to eat. I want to see mom.” He gritted his teeth.
“You haven't eaten from yesterday. This way, you will fall sick, your Majesty.” The startled maid who stood beside him trembled in fear.
“I don't care. Call mom here.” Alex shouted.
The maid began stuttering. “S-she said she is b-busy and...”
“Call. Her.” He stressed each word, making it even clear for her to understand.
The maid gripped onto her skirt. She didn't know how to calm him down. The Queen warned not to disturb her. Regardless of her warn, if she does, she will definitely lose the job.
