by She~Wolf » Thu Nov 09, 2017 5:50 am
The King sighed softly and shook his head. “That tells me how wrong you are my beloved son.” He said softly. His heart was heavy, wishing his wife was still here to help. She always understood Connor better, wasable to get him to smile and open up. He tried hard to be a good dad to both of his children, but with Annie’s resilience to stay put and Connors obsession with shutting everyoneoutwas difficult and tiresome. He sighed heavily and looked down at his hands. “All I want is to spare you from the same horrors I faced.. and lost.” He put a hand on his sons head his heart aching before he moved to take of an amulet from around his neck. A healer walked in just as he did. “Sire! You’re not supposed to take that off, you’re body cannot fight the corruption without that.”
“My children have reached an age that they can take care of themselves and this Kingdom after a few final lessons. Besides, what kind of father am I if I let him suffer while I remain fine.” He said softly. He put the red genes amulet around his sons neck, and as soon as he did he went from tired but healthy, to weakenedand sickly. His right hand was blacked, liked charred flesh, and black veins appeared from his neck to his jaw. He stood slowly and winced. “My children always come before myself... when he awakens, please bring both of them to my chambers.” Hesaid softly and slowly left the room.
Aela eye twitched like her mind has snapped. “I will kill who ever made the door.”
Bryn chuckled softly “aww I knew you cared lass.” He said with a smirk. He groaned when he heard the drunken fool outside, and growled when the door opened. “Get out now.” He barked, flickinghis wrist to push him back. “I am not your buddy, I’m your superior. Get out of my sight before I put you on tower duty for the next six months.”
Annie sighed as she sat in a tree just outside the wall of the castle. She was furious with her brother, but that was just a mask for her sorrow. They used to be so close, it pained her to have him suffer. She twisted a logsword in her hand, the silver lines blade with the copper hilt was a gift her friends gave to her when she leaned to use a blade. She sighed softly as she looked at it, toying with the hilt design.
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She~Wolf on Tue Dec 12, 2017 11:12 am, edited 1 time in total.
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