Chapter 6

Third-person POV.

The palace was quiet, aside from the frequent noise made by the servants as they cleaned, there was nothing else. Kurt was gone and while he was the chatterbox, no one else dared speak a word or make a sound.

Philip walks into the quarters of his mother fuming in anger. He didn't like the idea of him staying behind while Damon and Kurt had to defend the country. He walks in on his mother and maids giving her a massage.

‘’Leave’’ he barged. Gertrude sighs in frustration. She did not like her son barging in on her, it irked her so much.

‘’What the hell, how many times would I have to ring it into your ears not to barge into my quarters like it belongs to you?’’ Philip sneered. He did not show any remorse nor was he willing to apologize.

‘’It's not like I haven't seen you and them bang you know. For fuck sake Mother are you even straight, wait I know the answer to that, you say you are straight but I walk in on you numerous times banging your maids or your guards,