Novel & Cerita Darius The Great Is Not Okay

Edeline Feelings of guilt and sadness surged within me. I was growing increasingly frustrated. I couldn’t blame Darius entirely; it was clear he was tormented by his actions. But looking at the broader picture... "Darius, you need to express your emotions and address what’s happened. Remember, someone else manipulated you. I’m searching for answers and support, and I believe you can give me that. Let’s discuss everything openly. If you feel remorse, share it with me." I pleaded with him to be honest, to reveal the truth. He wanted to express his frustration, and I needed to understand it.

Darius smiled at the memories he remembered back then. Royalty reminds him of his late Father. very stubborn and Sassy Little boy. He's trying so hard to correct his son's character which he possessed from his late grandfather. he can't use that sassy character of his and rule his father's kingdom. He just don't want his son to make a bad impression with that character. to be honest... That's Darius greatest fear. Royalty Azaria becoming the opposite of himself. not under his watch... pushing those disturbing thoughts away...

“Or are we just pretending we can fix what’s broken? Forcing something that’s already dead because we don’t want to admit we failed?” Darius was quiet for a long time. So long I thought he might not answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t know.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Aren't ancestors supposed to be old, wrinkly, and not some hot ass model living life in paradis… holy shit, was he really dead? “Moreover,” Darius spoke, missing the conflicted pale look on his face. “If anyone should be grateful it's me.” "...huh?" Dylan couldn't miss the gloomy change on Darius’s face that came after. “You were able to save Durayysha. Even I couldn't do that.” His brows squeezed up at the fact that he had likely missed something. “Sorry, but who's, Durayysha?” Darius turned another smile his way.

He tried to control his anger knowing he couldn't fight with the ferocious rogue, he knew his old self couldn't stand a chance against Theon. If he wanted to work with this brainless rogue, then he had to calm down and not let his anger get ahead of him. “Look, I didn't mean to yell.” Darius muttered more calmly. “I was just upset because we had it all planned out and our plans backfired last minute.”

The meeting had drained everyone, but the whispers continued in the hallway quiet, cautious, and filled with doubt about Darius’s decision. Uncle Lionel lingered for a while, standing near the conference window and watching the fading skyline. Beside him, Mrs. Collins closed her file. “Do you think he’ll manage to fix it?” she asked. Lionel chuckled, shaking his head. “Not a chance. Darius doesn’t have what it takes to survive pressure. He’s too soft, too sentimental. Damian, on the other hand he was born for this business.” Mrs. Collins gave a faint, uncertain nod. “Maybe. But sometimes soft men surprise you.”

Such a pussy! “Hey,“ Darius said, as he came to stand next to me, grabbing a bottle of water from one of the palace Omegas. “He's awful,“ I grunted. He gulped down the water and gave a short laugh. “Nah, he's doing just fine. Give him time,“ “Yeah, right,“ I puffed, not wanting to engage more in the argument. Unlike me, Darius had the patience for the rookies. Probably because he's been a warlord for years and trained quite a number of them.

“I’m giving you a free history lesson, Raffaele. Just shut up and listen—so we can figure out how to get the hell out of here later.” “Darius the Great,” she continued, “was one of Persia’s most powerful kings. He expanded the empire from Eastern Europe all the way to India.” I gave a slow blink. “And here I thought I was the overachiever in this relationship.” She smirked. “Xerxes is mostly remembered for launching the massive invasion of Greece—you’ve heard of the Battle of Thermopylae, right? That’s the one with the Spartans.” ”The Spartans… with King Leonidas?” I asked, unsure.

"You don't believe me?" "Yes, I don't." Darius continued. "You're painting an image of my father that I'm unlikely to associate him with. He was a good guy. And a very just ruler. It's a shame you're linked by blood.” He paused and huffed. "It's an even bigger shame that I am related to you." Draken laughed bitterly. When he spoke again, he used a self-pitying tone. "Even in death, only good things can be said about a man who made my life pure hell."

I say. "I told you long ago we should let our children have some fun. We cannot always look after them. We won't always be there when they are out in the world. They were not rebelling against us. Let's take this easy and don't freak out on them. I know you. You tell me now that you are not going to freak out. Do you want to find out the truth? But then you start screaming and shouting at them for having fun," Darius says. I understand what they are saying; I always freaked out on Gabby, and I always freaked out on my children if they did something wrong. However, I do not care about Gabby. Gabby was never my favorite child. She was beautiful, and I wouldn't say I liked that she was more att