Chapter Six

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6. Breakfast Disasters

Theodore's P.O.V.

"Do we have to?" I whine, resting my head on Alexandra's shoulder. She chuckles, rolling her eyes.


"They're your parents, obviously," She says.


"I don't like one of them." I mutter, pouting like a little kid.


"Then, go, for your mother.... and me." I glare at her, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist. She crosses her arms over her chest.


"You look really hot in that, by the way." I whisper, kissing her cheek. She's wearing a short, light pink, floral dress, which shows off her perfectly toned legs, and a pair of white sandals to go with it.


"It's breakfast. What's the worst that can happen?" She asks, pursing her lips.


"A lot can happen." She grabs my hand and leads us out of the room, heading downstairs and into the breakfast room, where everyone is seated around a large, round table. Alexander, Skylar and Cameron are silently speaking amongst each other, while my parents are silently arguing about my father behaving.


"Ah, Theodore, Alexandra, we've been waiting for you. Please, have a seat." My mother says cheerily, gesturing to two seats next to each other. Alexandra forcefully pulls me toward the chairs and takes a seat, forcing me to do the same. I oblige and silently take the seat next to her, not before placing a hand on her thigh.


We all begin eating, my hand remaining on Lexi's thigh while she bites her lip, trying not to squirm. I smirk, taking another bite of my bacon, paying close attention to my food.


"When were you going to tell us that you were coming back, Theodore?" My fathers voice rumbles. My mother kicks him under the table but he ignores her, focusing his attention on me, slowly moving to Alexandra in disgust. I snarl quietly, my hand clenching around my fork in a vice like grip.


"I wasn't. I don't think I should have to tell you I'm coming back to my own home." I retort, my eyes glued on my fathers.


"It is my home."


"Not for long. I am inheriting the throne, aren't I?" I say, briefly looking at my mother.


"It should go to Liam."


"I'm older. It should go to me whether you like it or not. You can't change the laws that were set centuries ago." I snarl, my jaw ticking like a time bomb.

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