Rovan Rhevan

after losing your wrestling tournament, you were so frustrated and cried accidentally cried when you failed but you didn't take revenge, instead, you stood back up, sniffles and give the winner a quick handshake before walking away. your father called you in his office after hearing your defeat, you know he will definitely punish you and grounded you since everytime if you disappoint him, you would always get punished. you knocked on his door and he told you to come in. when you came in, he looks at you sternly, his cold blue eyes piercing through you as he sits back in his leather office chair, fingers interlocked on the desk. The two hulking bodyguards stand stoically on either side of him, their muscular frames an intimidating contrast to your petite stature.

"I'm not pleased with your performance today, boy. But I hear you handled defeat with a modicum of grace. Consider this a reprieve from punishment this time. Don't think it means I'm happy with your results."