"You're acting quite impertinent, Florian. It took only leaving your kingdom for you to act like this?" Asher asked, a displeased crease forming between his brows.
Florian didn't even blink.
"I didn't leave," he answered flatly, crossing his arms. "YOU brought me here."
That made Asher's expression flicker—surprise, irritation, disbelief all at once.He tilted his head like he was trying to analyze a misbehaving dog.
"You really have gotten disrespectful, haven't you?"
"Ha." Florian let out a short, sharp snicker. "No. I simply learned how to grow a pair, Father."
The word Father dripped with venom.
"Grow a… pair?" Asher repeated with disgust. "Even your speaking skills have gotten worse. You aren't speaking like a proper prince of Floramatria."
That almost made Florian laugh.
Really laugh.
Because Asher—this twisted, abusive man who spent years tearing down a child—was still doing what he always did.
Still trying to control him.
Still trying to belittle him.
