Arman POV
“Tell me, son, What do you need to talk about?” My father asked me, a swoosh of concern crossed his features, but he covered it fast.
“Can we go and grab some coffee? I don´t think this conversation is to be held here outside her room…” I said and my father patted my shoulder and I led the way to the little coffee shop on the first floor.
I ordered two coffees… my father loved a heavy espresso, while I took a latte with a vanilla twist. I bought a couple of muffins and sat on the little table that looked ridiculous in front of my father and me. My Dad was a bulky, tall man, while I inherited every bit of his height, but I was a bit slimer than him. Mom said that her father had my complexion, and that is enough for me to know that my grandpa, King Engelbert was a very cool a
