PRINCE KLOUD's POV

“Kloud!” Father’s voice boomed as his brows turned down in a frown.

“What? Why the f*ck are you praising him? What heroism?” I snickered. 

“Son,” Mother’s voice rose in warning.

Only she would ever make me shut up. How dare they praise Prince Ulysses, a weakling? The man who trembled every time I released my power at him. What a f*cking joke! My eyes blazed with anger, and I turned around to ...