Bang~the door of the study banged open as Aizen walked through with his son, Fang Raon, following closely by.
"Haah, what a party."
Aizen walked to the cupboard, took a bottle of strong bourbon, and poured himself a drink—quite full.
He then settled on his favorite armchair by the fireplace and sipped his drink slowly, savoring the warmth that spread through his body.
"…"
Fang Raon stood patiently by the door.
He was hiding his clenched fists behind his back, but based on his body language, he wasn't happy at all.
"Go on. Speak."
Aizen said and kept sipping on the drink.
"I don't want to marry her."
Fang Raon said.
"I don't care."
Aizen answered back.
"You could've married off Raikou or Raizen. They're the eldest sons."
Fang Raon said.
"That wouldn't do. They aren't the heirs. Rain Family wanted to marry the heir, and since that's you, it has to be you."
Aizen said.
"I don't want to be the heir."
Fang Raon said.
"I don't care."
Aizen laughed.
