Rufus' POV:

The queen's hall was brightly lit. The servants were on their knees, fearing that they would be implicated.

I casually walked in.

Just then, a teacup shattered at my feet.

"What's making you angry, mother?" I smiled at her.

"How dare you question me?" My mother dramatically slumped on the sofa with a grumpy look on her face.

I walked over and sat beside her, ignoring her tone.

Like my father, my mother, too, liked smashing things when she got angry.

"You can leave now." I waved my hand, gesturing for the servants to leave.