It was ridiculous, it reminded me of those fight's that happen with your parents. The parent's say I am right cause I said so, and the kid just more or less says No with a harsh tone. A much harsher tone than what I could use right now but, nonetheless that is exactly how I felt watching privy courtiers speak.
My father suddenly rose from his seat, he picked up his walking stick and slammed the end-tip into the ground three times calling for the attention of the men. Every eye placed now upon my father he addressed the group "You all are acting like a bunch of wee toddlers, I suggest you act like the men who are positioned in your high regard". My father was right.
We couldn't be arguing and allowing our own opinions to divide us. I took back over the discussion. "Fine, I understand that you all believe I failed us. You weren't there though and what you greatly fail to acknowledge is that without me. It's likely a lot more of us would have died on that field!" I could tell that what I had just said did not faze them one bit.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
