DAY ONE OF DATING
WHEN Nathaniel came to be, he realized that he had already turned his bedroom into a mess.
All the fragile furniture and decorations were shattered.
Even the chandelier fell to the floor and was broken into hundreds of pieces.
Moreover…
"Your Royal Highness, you're hurt," Benedict, his personal aide, said in his usual indifferent tone. The aide was only a few years older than him, but the exhaustion on his face made him look like he was already in his thirties. "Should I summon the physician?"
Nathaniel looked at the blood in his hand.
To be precise, his knuckles were bruised and bleeding. When he blacked out from anger earlier, it seemed like he had used his fists to destroy the things around him.
[My bad habit has resurfaced.]