He stood there, in a t- shirt and a plain black trousers, and it pissed me off to see him standing there , and if he thought i was going to throw mu self overboard for him he was wrong, i hated the man all my life, I hated my father without even knowing who he was.
After my mother told me all he had done to her, I thought my mother had me out of wedlock, but one day she told me all about him, how he came to her with a promise to sweep her up her feet but did the exact opposite and I hated him for it.
I have encountered him on a few occasions in this castle, yet I have never considered giving him another look, and knowing now that he was indeed my father infuriates me more than ever.
"Get out!" I snapped at him, as at that moment, the last thing on my mind was manners, and it certainly felt like a very inappropriate time for him to attempt to come and engage in conversation with me.
