Phillip boiled in fury. He fumed, he sat there unable to control his anger. Everything just seemed to be destined to turn out badly ever since Ian announced his marriage.
"This is a mess, a complete disorder." he cried. "Of all the acceptable families to choose from, he just had to decide on the most hated family in the entire kingdom!"
"That boy just really wants to send me to an early grave!" he seethed.
His eyes instinctively went to the vase Ohara had gifted him which was lying on the rest side of his desk.
Rage filled his eyes as he eyes the vase, it was beautiful for sure, but he was too infuriated to see its beauty.
Abruptly he picked up the vase and threw it at the wall beside the window. The vase shattered into several pieces as the sound of it breaking resounded through his office and the hall outside.
Phillip heaved, he seemed to feel much better as soon he had thrown the vase.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
