Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 106

Haskell sighed, a regretful smile playing on his lips. “I can’t help it. Being crippled has twisted my mind.”

“You have a strange sense of humor,” Draven said, glancing at him. “But if you’re truly having psychological issues, you should seek treatment. Otherwise, I’m afraid Grandpa will keep delaying his decision about the succession.”

With that, he walked away.

Haskell’s dark eyes followed Draven’s retreating back, a cold glint in them. He tapped a finger on the armrest of his wheelchair.

“Oh, Draven,” he thought. “You’re about to learn what it means to bite off more than you can chew. I could have guaranteed you and Valeria a lifetime of wealth and comfort, but you just had to choose your own destruction.”

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A variety of instruments were arranged in the center of the hall: a grand piano, violins, cellos, guitars, a drum set.

Honora walked to the piano first, lifted the lid, and launched into a world-renowned, notoriously difficult piece. She played it flawlessly from start to finish. Her posture was elegant, her fingers flying across the keys with breathtaking speed. She looked every bit the noble princess.

“She truly is Regal City’s prodigy. That piece is incredibly difficult, yet she makes it look like child’s play.”

“Of course. She’s won more awards than we’ve had lavish feasts!”

Leopold led the applause, shouting, “Bravo! Honora, that was brilliant!”

Finley’s eyes also held a spark of admiration.

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