Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 65: The Prince Is In A Bad Mood

LIAM

’Bad mood’ is an understatement for what I am going through right now. I am in a snappy and crappy mood and it can’t get any worse.

I have been snapping at everyone. Every. Single. Person. In the palace. Even Roy, Vivana, and Veronica are included. The royal court is shaking like a leaf in my presence. I am pretty sure that I am radiating a hell of an aura that scares most of the population of the palace and sends them running for their dear life.

It is partly because of my engagement with Kelly and a huge part of it because of Kian. The bastard left the palace the next day morning of the festival without saying a word to or even seeing me.

And I remember him everywhere. Every. Damn. Where. I can’t get him out of my head. He is everywhere. His lips on mine, his hand around me, his body against mine. Everything is driving me crazy. Did I kiss him so that he could live inside my rent-free?

It makes me even more furious. My grip on my pen tightens as I scribble on the piece of parchment to the point that it snaps in two.

"Bring me another one." I toss the broken pen aside before the ink can leak. My tone is blank, contrasting the murderous aura I am radiating.

"This is the seventh pen you broke since the morning and one hundred and fifth pen since the last week, master." Crystal brings me another perfectly fine pen placed neatly in its box.

My gaze narrows at her and I counter sharply, "Do you have any problem with it?"

"No," She shakes her head, her face is as blank as a sheet, "here, master."

I pick up the pen and resume my frantic scribbling.

The past two weeks have been hell for the court. I have snapped at everyone and dragged them all through the mud as I promised. I am just a few inches away from burning the palace down at this point.

Every member of the court then came crawling to my feet to beg for forgiveness, only for me to rub salt on their already burning wound. Roy came to my office the other day only for me to snap at him, too. He came to me as a father, not a king, and I snapped at him as a so, not a prince. He apologized. And I dismissed him. His apology means shit to me at this point.

What is done is done. We can do nothing to prevent the wedding as it is announced internationally. It will only ruin our reputation and bring shame to the throne. The only thing I can do is, cover it up with a more important and vital incident. Like a war or something. But who is going to wage a war to stop my wedding?

My rage peaks again and I snap the pen once more. I can hear Crystal sigh audibly from the side as she steps up to hand me another pen.

Just then there is a hesitant rapping of knuckles on my door. "Your Highness, the great king wishes to see you." The palace guard informs; just from his voice, one can tell that he would rather dig his own grave than come to me; surely he has heard about my crappy mood.

"I will be there in a moment," I say drily as I push up from my chair and slide out of my desk. "Clean this mess," I order Crystal, referring to the pile of broken pens piling up behind my desk.

"Understood, master." Crystal immediately gets to work and I walk out of my office. A frown creases my brows as I walk down the long hallways of the palace and my mind rakes over the events of the past few weeks.

I wonder why Roy is calling me now.

"Say, Liam..."

Kian’s voice reverberates inside my head, and my irritation peaks, and I clench my jaw, my hands fisting. This is why I don’t like to be alone these days. His memory always hunts me down everywhere I go. At this point, I just want to cut my head and burn it so that I won’t think about him anymore.

Fucking asshole.

I inhale a deep breath and rap my knuckles against the door of Roy’s office. "Your Majesty," I call out grimly, "May I come in?"

"Yes, you may." Roy’s deep and serious voice files out.

I push the door open and enter. Roy sets aside the quill and looks up at me, his hands clasped on the desk before him. "Liam."

I close the door behind me and approach his large desk, the overwhelming scent of rich wood and expense grazes my nose, making me scrunch it. The sunlight is pouring in through the window beside his table at the end of the room. The scenario is so strangely the same as the day when Roy assigned me to go to Oblivara a few months ago.

My stomach twists, signaling me that this is bad news and I should turn on my heel and run for it. Nothing can be good when Roy has that expression on his face and calls on me especially.

"As you have already guessed, I have something that you need to do." Roy spares me the pleasantries and jumps straight to the point which is good because his beat around the bush will make me even more furious than I already am.

"I can see that." I nod in acknowledgment, my eyebrows are knitted together. "What do you need me to do this time?" I eye the man sitting behind the desk warily.

"Oh, I need you to investigate Nyxvarral this time." Roy’s face remains stoic as he gazes at me.

I pause, staring down at him. A few beat passes, "You are kidding me."

"Oh, I am not." Roy’s lips twitch, "Though you won’t be alone this time."

The door of the room flies open, grabbing both of our attention. And a mountain-like man with ocean-blue eyes steps into the room.

My breath hitches.

Kian.