A rebellious prince out to prove his worth crosses paths with a disillusioned citizen who abhors the monarchy and the system they represent. Will love bloom between the reluctant oppressor and the oppressed?
Disclaimer:
This is purely a work of fict...
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. The names of persons, places, and organizations used in this chapter are for creative purposes only and in no way reflect real-life interactions and connections. All names used in this chapter are fictional and any similarities to any person living or otherwise are purely coincidental. Everything written in this chapter is just a product of the author's penchant for the dramatic and the creative.
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"I knew I would find you here," Goryo said as he slid into the passenger seat of Bryce's jeep.
"Uncle Goryo! What a surprise," Bryce replied with subdued animosity.
"I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch for a long time after you left our house," Goryo intimated as he placed a hand on Bryce's shoulder.
"I understand, Uncle. I know that you're a busy man," Bryce replied blandly as he glanced at his rearview mirror to see how many passengers can still be accommodated in his jeep.
"Sooo, how are you lately?" Goryo cleared his throat awkwardly and Bryce smiled brightly as he thought of the kids and Win.
"Better than ever, I have three kids and..." Bryce blurted out excitedly and a flash of envy crossed the older man's features.
"Three kids?! Wow, that was fast!" Goryo mumbled with an awkward laugh as Rod came by Bryce's side to give the driver the fare he collected from the passengers.
"Well, they aren't biologically mine but I am their guardian," Bryce said simply as he took a 20-peso bill from the bundle Rod handed him and gave it back to Rod. The terminal's resident Barker thanked Bryce profusely before stepping back so that the jeep can move forward since it was already full.
"You were raised well, my son. I always wonder why you and Gorya never got along," Goryo shook his head ruefully and a faint ache gnawed at the jeep driver's chest as he slowly eased his jeep out of the terminal.
"We have clashing personalities, Uncle. Plus, I don't like violent people. We were poor but my parents never hit me for making mistakes," Bryce said with bitterness in his voice. Gorya was an abusive aunt and Bryce decided that he would be better off homeless than live under the same roof with the woman.
"She might have some anger issues but then..." Goryo began but Bryce respectfully cut him off.
"No need to defend your wife, Uncle. You don't need my approval to keep on living with her," Bryce said coldly as he shifted gears the moment the jeep entered the main highway.
"I didn't come here to talk about her," Goryo said in a low tone as he sidled closer to Bryce who halted the jeep at a red light.
"Then, why? Why after all these years, did you finally reach out to me just now?" Bryce asked in a terse tone as he stepped on the accelerator when the light turned green.
