Iker sighed, he was on his way to see his mother. She had called for him, and if you could not already notice the lack of excitement on his face by now, he made it even stronger by deepening his frown.
Did he know what his mother wanted? No. Did he want to see her? No. However, he could not avoid her, he could not refuse to see her. If he did, she would totally report him to his father, and that was if she had not already done that by now.
Iker stopped in front of his mother's bedroom. He braced himself, took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
Iker heard his mother telling him to come in. He took another deep breath, turned the handle of the door and walked in.
"Good morning, mother," he bowed in front of her.
Taryn was having breakfast in her room. She was seated on the couch as she sipped some tea and tore a piece of loaf before throwing it into her mouth.
