She used her other hand to count. ‘One: if you hadn’t seen someone on the highway then, Two: your car wouldn’t have called you a fucking idiot. ...hree: I didn’t mean that I called you a fucking idiot. I just facilitated it. Four: my father called you a fucking idiot because he is the old geezer who was in the other car when you drove past him like a fool. Daddy believes there isn’t such a thing as road rage. It’s just that the person in front of him is driving like A MANIAC! And Five: my father. However, I will not have a child behaving like me in their prime. You will be wed by the time of my death, or you will not take my throne. I take great displeasure in putting you under such pressure, especially now, but your mother ensures me this is the right course of action, and I'm inclined to agree. Find a suitable partner, try to love them like I learned to love your mother, and I know my kingdom will remain in solid hands.Your Father, Lord of All The Realm, King Raimund Pridewood IIMy. But shes already got them. The Hockey bag has a plastic bottom with heavy castors. The military duffle is on top of it between her legs and she’s pushing herself to the stair case using a hockey stick like shes rowing a canoe. This is a sight that gets me. The Uber guy and the couple walking their dog laughing as she gleefully cascades down the stairs almost gracefully and crashes into me with a “Thank you for saving me Daddy” I blush the Uber guy blushes. And the man holding the dog. "Don't worry. This won't be by force. When it happens you'll have wanted it. And when that time comes around, you won't ever want to say no again." She heard him walk back the way he came in. She assumed he was leaving, but instead she heard chains rattling and felt herself lowering towards the floor. First her feet touched down fully, but she had been hanging long enough that they didn't want to support her. They numbly tried to find footing, but as she continued to lower they sprawled behind.