“Congratulations.” My voice sounded hollow, but I was pissed. I just wanted a chance. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I ended up winning the timing lottery and gaining the crown: but I liked the same chance at it as anyone else.
“Thanks,” he smiled lightheartedly.
I hated how much I disliked him. He wasn’t a bad guy, sure he could grow and change, and that would be awesome, but he also was just a guy having to deal with the same family bullshit as me. He knew the same pressures I did, and I know that him getting his wife wasn’t easy because she almost killed herself because of him.
At the same time, I knew that he lucked into this and felt like he deserved it somehow.
That drove me up the goddamned wall.
Angry, feeling the sting of disappointment I was sure to face from my father when I got back to the castle, I decided I was slipping back to Heather that night.
I needed her.
She was the only thing that seemed to make sense to me anymore.