Chapter 70 - 3.10 Crown Prince
Oliver followed behind his father’s huge steps, struggling to catch up. Not that the Alpha Emperor would care anyway. He bit on his nails nervously. What did his father want to talk to him about? It couldn’t be... Did he want Oliver to yield to Rosemane so she could have Altair to herself?
It wasn’t once that this kind of occasion happened. When he was small, Oliver used to be naive and stupid, thinking that his Alpha father was just too busy to care about him. When the guests or envoys sent gifts to the Emperor’s children, there was once when Oliver and Rosemane had their eyes on the same toy. As a child, Oliver didn’t possess any toys and it’s not like Rosemane didn’t have a similar one before. Oliver knew she was just too greedy and wanted to hoard everything to herself. Stupid Little Oliver thought he had the same standing with Rosemane and fought with her over the toy.
In the end, he was called into his father’s study, just like this. As far as Oliver could remember, it was the first time he had heard the Alpha say his name and look him in the eyes. All these times, Oliver had just seen him from afar. However, it wasn’t the kind of words he wanted to hear. "Oliver, have you no shame? Just yield the toy to your younger sister. You’re already six, what do you want that toy for?"
"But—" Rosemane was also six. She was only a few months younger than him...
"No buts." Bernard cut him off with a grave tone. "Go back to your room and repent. You’re not allowed to come out until you get Rosemane’s forgiveness, okay?"
Six years old Oliver’s heart sank. He was filled with shock, disbelief and grievance. Haga had always told him to reign his temper otherwise he would get into problems one day and it wasn’t until that day did Oliver really understand why the nanny said so. He instinctively knew if he were to lose his temper right then, he would have it worse than just a mere scolding. That’s why he endured. He merely nodded and returned to his room. Only then did he realize that his palms were wounded with nails marks from how hard he clenched his fists.
That was the last time he ever asked for a toy. That was also the first time he learned not to desire anything which Rosemane set her eyes on otherwise he would be told to give up. He learned it in a very hard way. Until the end, he didn’t ask for Rosemane’s forgiveness nor did the horse omega care about it either way. Rosemane won and losers didn’t deserve her attention.
Oliver closed the door behind him and gulped nervously.
"Sit down," Bernard told him.