fine by him. pascal and philip will take over as heirs.

“you’ll be fed!” he shouted through the other side of the door before heading down to his office.

he shoved him even harder down to the floor before he walked out and locked the door from the outside. that would teach him.

“nope. you’re staying in here. i’ll let everyone know you’re ill.” he said as he stood in front of the door, shoving him away.

“you want to hurt leta like this?” he asked, crossing his arms as he approached his son. “think about what this will do to her if you keep this up.”

“then tell leta you don’t want to marry her:” he knew rabastan was going to be furious about this and he wasn’t sure what to do.

“absolutely not. i will tell rabastan of this and call off the engagement.” he said, grabbing the keys from his pocket.

“you cheated on the girl you are going to marry!” he shouted, pushing him up against the wall.

“you cannot mess this up. you are going to learn.” he said, shaking his head at him.

“you are engaged to be married! this isn’t experimenting!” he said, glaring at the young man who was getting dressed. “and you get out. now.”

when he left, perseus looked back at his son. “you’ve made a mess of things, son…”

“my manor. my rules.” he said, looking at the young man and then his son.

“what in the hell is going on and don’t lie to me.” he said, closing the door behind him and blocking it.

he is.

he’ll do it.

he probably did something.

he can’t hope for things to be too good.