Princess of Solaria

Chapter 11- °•Cake?°♥︎

TW- SA!!

As Alitar reached Sirus's room, he didn't even bother knocking. He threw open the door and stepped inside, his fiery gaze immediately taking in the mess that lay before him. Broken furniture and shattered glass littered the room, the evidence of his son's outburst.
Alitar grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing with anger. "You're pathetic," he spat, his words filled with contempt. Syrus flinched at his father's words, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at him. He saw the disappointment and disgust in Alitar's eyes, and it only fueled his own anger.

"What do you want, Father?" he snapped back, his voice cold. Alitar scoffed, clearly unamused by his son's attitude. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe a hint of respect and gratitude. After all, I am the reason you have a roof over your head and food on your plate."
He took a step closer, his imposing figure filling the room. "But you've always been a disrespectful, ungrateful brat. Too busy feeling sorry for yourself to appreciate the life I've given you." Sirus couldn't help but roll his eyes at his father's words. He had heard it all before - the same condescending tone, the same harsh words. It was all so predictable.

"Gratitude? What is there to be thankful for?" he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've never been there for me. You cared more about Serena's accomplishments than you ever did about my existence." Alitar's lips curled into a sneer, irritation flooding his features. He hated being questioned, especially by his own son.

"Your sister is everything you'll never be," he spat cruelly. "Talented, smart, and driven. She actually puts in effort and works hard for her success. You're just a disappointment, content to sit around and whine." Syrus felt his blood boil at his father's words. He was tired of being compared to his sister, of being seen as nothing but a failure. He wanted to protest, to scream and shout, but he knew it was futile.
Sirus gritted his teeth, his fists balled tightly at his sides. "Maybe I am a disappointment. But at least I have feelings. At least I'm not a cold, heartless monster like you."
Sirus was cut off by his father kicking him in the jaw. Sirus's head snapped back from the force of the blow, pain exploding in his jaw. He stumbled back, reeling from the unexpected attack. Alitar stood over him, his expression cold and uncaring. "You dare talk back to me? You're nothing but a stain on this family," he hissed, his eyes filled with contempt. Sirus could barely process what was happening. His jaw throbbed in agony, and his mind was filled with a mix of anger and confusion.

He forced himself to look up at his father, his voice strained with pain and rage. "I hate you... I hate you so much." Alitar scoffed, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "I don't care. I never did," he said coldly, his words like a dagger to Syrus's heart.
With that, he turned on his heels and stormed out of the room, leaving Sirus alone in the wreckage of his outburst. Sirus fell to the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clutched his aching jaw. At that moment, Sirus made a promise. A vow. He's gonna kill his father. And he's gonna make sure Solaria burns.

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Serena giggles happily as her father complained about the frosting not being to his standards. "Daddy! The cakes frosting is supposed to he sweet!" Serena smiled. Alitar grumbled as he tasted the cake again, clearly not satisfied. "It's too sweet, little flower. It needs more tartness."
He glanced at the bowl of frosting, contemplating adding more sour ingredients to balance out the sweetness.

Serena pouted, sticking out her bottom lip in a childish gesture. "But I like it sweet," she protested.
Alitar rolled his eyes but couldn't help chuckle at her innocence. "How about a compromise? We'll add a little bit of sour berries to balance the sweetness." Serena's face lit up with excitement, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Yay! I love berries! They're so  juicy!"
Alitar smiled softly, a rare moment of warmth in his expression. "That's my little girl," he said affectionately, ruffling her hair with his hand.