No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings
It was anger he felt, anger and simmering resentment. What was he supposed to do with this feeling? He had neither the guts nor the words to brandish it against his father but it was there all the same weighing him down. Was this how Zenobia felt when she had one of her outbursts? Surely not, her tantrums always seemed so trivial and unnecessary.
But I don't. It was meant to be an angry mutter under his breath and preferably one undetectable to his father's ears but it was a little louder than the whisper he'd meant it to be. He resisted the urge to clap a hand over his mouth as if this would somehow hide the fact he'd said it if his father had heard.
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