Chapter Eighteen

Rhyland’s POV

I stood in front of my father, the golden crown slightly tilted on his head as his full gray hair lifted it.

“You think you’re smart, boy?” He growled and by the way, his eyes glossed and his cheeks burned red I could tell he had been drinking.

“You’re drunk father, and I will not stand around and talk to a man that can’t even sit up straight.”

“Shut it!” He growled, his voice booming through the room.

I’ll admit, he had quite the nerve to yell at me in this state of mind.

“What is it that you wish from me, or was my presence just for mere amusement.” I evened out and looked into his cold eyes that held the color of the ocean's depth in them.

"You, the only mind manipulater within millions of miles from this kingdom, thought I wouldn’t be able to tell from the gleam in Princess Jasmine’s eyes that you had a part in her