Chapter 3: Keres

Keres turned and slammed the door to his royal office after dismissing his guards. How dare Gianna not pay attention while he was presenting ideas to expand their future again. She never wants to pay him or his ideas any real attention. Why? Does she really think that little brat of a sister of hers can rule any better? 

Scoffing, Keres stalked over to the large fireplace that was centered on the wall to the right of his desk. Reaching the fireplace, he grabbed a decorative vase from the mantle that upon closer inspection he realized was rather crude. Turning the vase over to see who the maker was of something so pitiful, he saw Gianna engraved on the bottom.

Seeing her name reminded him again of her questioning his ideas today in front of his advisors and generals, and his fist clenched around the vase. She was bolder today. Normally she keeps her thoughts to herself. Normally just the contempt shows on her face. With a frustrated yell Keres flung the vase into the fireplace shattering it into a thousand pieces. 

Breathing hard Keres turned and stomped over to his desk and threw himself into the chair. Soon all of that would change. Soon Gianna will learn her place. Soon the ungrateful witch will know that he was doing all of this for their future together. Soon she will know that he made sure to start bringing her in on every meeting so that there would be no surprise or question when he announces their engagement in a few days. 

How dare she try to make him and his proposals look bad. Once they were engaged and married, he would be putting a stop to her criticisms and her trying to undermine him. Soon she will be singing a different tune, he thought with a grin.