THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

"Fuck you, brat," Gareth cursed under his breath, his head on the ground as the unforgiving sun bore down on him. "I'll get you back, you swine. Just fucking wait, Prince Charming," he continued, his anger unrestrained towards the young master and Vivian. "She thinks she's safe. That bitch doesn't know what's coming for her," Gareth simmered as he constructed his plans to get back at them.

"Yes, yes, that's it. I'll fucking tear them apart bit by bit," Gareth concluded, patiently waiting for the sun to dip so that he could commence his plan.

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Navigating the labyrinthine halls proved more challenging than expected. He stopped a passing maid, his voice uncharacteristically polite. "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the main wing?"

David, understanding their fearful behaviour, did not mind. His thoughts were too preoccupied to dwell on it. As he walked back to the main wing, the opulent surroundings blurred into a haze of gold and marble. He needed a quick snack before retiring to bed and strategizing his next move. "Will I meet Katrina in the dining room?" David mused, his thoughts drifting to her.

The thought of Katrina made his little brother twitch and his mind lustful of her mature body to his otherwise cold and calculating side. He imagined her waiting in the dining room, her presence a soothing balm to his weary soul. He quickened his pace, the sound of his boots echoing through the silent halls.