“Is this a fucking joke, father?” The order his father gave him was the last thing Broderick wanted to hear right now. He felt his entire body tremble and felt his throat constrict with anger. He couldn't believe his father wanted him to take care of a child, he didn't even know him, he was nothing to him.

He turned his head and looked at the child he was about to take care of. Not just any child; It was a member of the royal family. There was no way he was going to take care of an annoying child, he didn't get along well with those with a novice mentality, they always drove him crazy. He felt completely frustrated.

“I won't take care of the little bastard.”

His eyes traveled over the minor's body, calculating his age through his features, his father's silence confirmed that it was not a question. It is an order that must be followed.