Caesar stormed into the manor, slamming the door behind him, blue eyes full of rage as he tossed his jacket aside with a scoff of disbelief.

“Can you believe it?” He fumed. “Father did not address me once during the banquet. It’s as though he doesn’t even consider me his son, when I’ve been nothing but useful.”

He snatched up a bottle of wine from the cabinet and poured himself a glass, downing it quickly before getting himself a second.