Duo walked...well truthfully was...pushed into the meeting room. His stance to his expression read...I do NOT want to be here. Stupid old man! Does he not EVER listen?! He takes in the sight in front of him. There sitting across from his father was the Emperor himself. Well whoop de fucking do. He didn't care if this man was god himself. He did NOT like this situation and was trying hard not to make a wolf sounding growl.<br/><br/>He scans the room and zones in on the woman beside the Emperor. She was definently over three years older than him. Not by much but it was still older and he didn't like it. He sighs and mutters something under his breath in Greek. "GiatÃ­ o patÃ©ras mou prÃ©pei na eÃ­nai Ã©tsi vlasfi?mÃ­a cheirismÃ³ gia ti? zo?Ã­? mou ? EÃ­mai dekaoktÃ³? tou chrÃ³nia ! Den ton Ã­?thele na ypagorÃ©v?ei ti? zo?Ã­? mou ! Den eÃ­mai Ã©toimos na enkatastÃ­?sei kÃ¡to? kai na pantref?teÃ­ !" (Translation: Why does my father have to be so damn manipulating about MY life? I am eighteen years old! I do not like him dictating my life! I am not ready to settle down and marry!)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Duo's father stands and introduces his son to the Emperor and his daughter. "This is my son Duo. Duo this is Emperor Yung. Duo this is his daughter...Princess Clara." he pauses. "Emperor...Princess Clara...my son Duo." he ignores the icy acidic look Duo shot him. "Duo this is your wife-to-be...you will be respectful or..." he is cut off by Duo.</span><br/><br/>Duo glares at him. "Or what??? You'll try and annihilate the little bit of control over my OWN life that you haven't obliterated???" he demands. "You can't control my life all the time!" he snaps back at him. "I am not an animal you can control and treat as if I'm incapable of making my own life decisions." he says. His tone almost a wolf-like growl. He looks at Clara and the Emperor. "Hi." he turns his firey with anger gaze to his father again.