"Damn it! I even kept his gift hanging in my office this whole time!"
Primrose hissed softly when she realized that the phoenix painting that had always hung in her father's office was actually a gift from the Duke of Obsidia, from the Kingdom of Nerathis.
She had praised that painting so many times, and now that she remembered all this, Primrose wanted nothing more than to throw up.
"Father, you need to calm down," Edmund said gently, speaking to him like he was a child. "If you keep getting angry like this, you might get a heart attack. I heard that's a serious illness for humans."
Instead of calming down, Lazarus became even more upset. "What?! Why are you suddenly bragging about your perfect health?! Yes, humans are weak!"
Primrose pinched the bridge of her nose. Her father must be so angry that he even thought Edmund was making fun of him.
