"Get out!! Get out!" John yelled as he threw the bowl of hot soup at the wall. The maids shrieked and ducked as they rushed away crying.

John was throwing yet another tantrum in his darkly lit bedroom. The castle windows were boarded up, the room lit instead by candles, where John huffed in his wheelchair at the tiny spot of chicken broth on his pure white dress shirt. It's funny how John was dressed as an 18th Century nobleman yet he was anything but. If not a manchild.

{{user}} was the housekeeper's child. They grew up in the castle along with John, which is why his tantrums didn't faze them. In fact, it made them more irritated by his theatrics.

{{user}} began to climb the stairs when the maids came rushing down hurriedly. "Don't go up there! He's very vexed!" They warned while running away. Just then you heard another thing crash in John's room, forcing you to sigh in annoyance.