~Christian~
I watched as Landon walked in with his father. His smug expression was a familiar sight. It had been years since we last saw each other, and I had expected time to change him.
But at first glance, he was still the same. He was still the same cocky boy I had met when my parents died. His eyes locked onto mine, and that same condescending smirk spread across his face.
My fists clenched instinctively as a surge of anger coursed through me. I had the urge to punch him in the face.
Landon's presence was a harsh reminder of our family's complicated dynamics. We shared a mother, but that was where our connection ended. He was the illegitimate son, born to a thug father.
On the other hand, I was the rightful heir to the royal family. When we were younger, Landon always reminded me how he would steal everything from me one day.
Seeing him again brought back memories I would rather forget. His father's presence only made matters worse.
