Season 2: Episode-103

  Season 2: Episode-103   Edwin’s POV:     I scoffed and said, “what if yes?”  Oscar Scott was frustrated but I know he can’t do anything other than beg. He said, “Sir… sir… did you did anything to her?” he looks pail… even if he is her father, it’s not his business what I do with my women.  I said, “You think I forced her… look, Mr. Scott… I am not the type to force my women…. I am offended do you want me to behead you…. I am Prince Arthur…”   I mocked him, he apologize and then said, “Sorry.. sorry.. sir… I was surprised to see you here…’   I walked further downstairs and said, “I missed my wife… future wife… I don’t think I need your permission to see my wife…”    I looked at him and asked, “Where is your father? the only person in the house who cares for my Alisa..” he looks pail… he clearly don’t want that… but I clearly want this.   I walked further to the second floor and I saw Alisa’s Mother. I want to scream ‘BTCH’ as soon as saw her… my eyes went to her hands and aren’t these the same hands who gave her punishments when she was younger. I controlled my instincts to beat the sht out of her… she is mother-in-law… mother-in-law.   This women looked at me shocked and then at the husband… any one of them never imagined me to be here…. they can thank me later but I need to meet the old man.   I asked to her mother, “Mrs. Scott… where is your father-in-law?”   she whispered, “In… in the study…” she pointed at the last room around. I smirked and walked there. I opened the door and got in, the old man was shocked to see me, he stood up.… he was more angry.  I blew smoke out of my mouth and said, “Have a seat… I don’t mind…”     I sat in front  of him and looked around the study.  the old man said, “Edwin Gray… why are you here?”    I said, “It’s Your Majesty for you Mr. Scott…” he looked stunned, But as I see his study I clearly noticed he loves antique.. I noticed a picture behind him, a old women’s painting. She kind of looks like Alisa….   the old man sat slowly glaring at me, I asked, “Who is she?”      the old man looked at the painting and then said turning to me, “My mother Scarlet Scott…” ah!... no wonder he loves Alisa most, his mother’s shadow.   I asked, “Alisa looks like her… so pretty…. I will make one painting of hers too…” I smirked.     Old man Scott said, “Your Majesty, why are you here?”      I smiled and said, “Actually I just got up…. I spent the night with her….she is a heavy sleeper…”   I noticed Old man’s feast tightening. I smiled and said, “I clearly told I am going to marry her… and I didn’t liked how you captured my little dove here…she likes to fly…”   The old man said, “I beg you… leave her… let her alone… she will suffer with you…”   I looked at him stern and asked, “She suffered here… she will not Suffer with future King Edwin Arthur Gray….”     I warned, “I give you aweek… to prepare yourself… Alisa will be officially mine…. and yes, do not play tricks… I will be back and take my future wife with me”    I got up but  I heard the old man, “You can’t marry her if she says ‘no’”    I smirked and asked, “what makes you think she will not say ‘yes’”    The old man said, “She will never If I ASK… she will never go against me…”   I know… she will never go against this old man…. never…   the values this old man taught her are so deep in her mind that she rejected me for my lies… she hates me for having blood over my hands,… she balm herself for loving me over Ron…. she hates herself for loving me…. I hate this old man but I love her more…. he raised her well… I am thankful to him somehow.     I smiled and said, “Should I end you before you do that?”    the old man didn’t look scared of death, while he was looking at me with anger. I smirked… he is a kind of brave man… it feels so nice to know she is protected well by him.. but he is irritating me.  I said, “ well…. let’s pause the discussion, I am busy man…. and yes, don’t scold her for me spending night here…. she is unaware… she is heavy sleeper…”  I am leaving this old man because it’s her grandpa… or… I don’t even trust myself.