- Eliot wandered into the warmth of his home or his hell. He walked past the kitchen on his way to his room. His father sat at the end of the table, the same spot where he sat for dinner. Eliot. Sit. His voice was strong and serious. Eliot rolled his eyes and continued to walk to his room. Eliot. Sit. NOW. Eliot continued to walk. If you're going to criticise me for being nice for once in my life. Don't bother. He spat in a rage towards his father, And don't order me around, I don't care who or what you are. You do not deserve to rule the kingdom if you're going to criticise your own son who did something good for someone. Eliot's voice sounded like a shallow growl.
