Chapter Forty Three: Warnings and Feelings...

Tyron looked at Gwen as they both walked down the street where her work studio was situated. She looked lost in thought, and Tyron was a bit concerned about it. He had never seen her that way.

"Is anything wrong?" He asked.

Gwen sighed and looked up at the sky. "Do you remember when I told you about my father? If I had thought there was no way he could get even worse, I was proven wrong."

"Tyron frowned. "What happened?"

The street was silent as they both walked slowly. They had both worn huge coats that would protect them from the chilly breeze of the Dras weather.

"My father wants me to stay with him."

"Why is that?"

"Because he needs an heir."

Tyron frowned further. "I thought you said he wasn't bothered about that?"

"Apparently I was wrong. He has so many enemies that would take advantage of that fact. So he wants me to act as his heir till his wife gives him a child. Even if she didn't, he would find a way to rule through me till his death."

"Wow. That's shocking." He kicked a li