My King and I

notice the sarcasm there as well. "I'm coming!" I called out, my steps resounding as I descended the stairs from the basement. Oh, the basement, you

ttered bottle all over the floor?"

redictable routine – whenever she's frustrated or angry, she throws things. Naturally, the blame finds its way to

Mum!" I replied, trying to inject

of my sight!" she snapped back, her

a tad cowardly, but trust me, my stepmother can be quite a

of the household. It's a charade she plays, pretending to adore me when my father's eyes are on us. The truth, though, is a different story – the ki

But don't fret, bear with me, for the tale may have started slow,