"Why'd you leave?"
Father's words weren't demanding, more a quiet plea. Not something I was used to from him.
"What do you mean?"
"Yesterday, I woke up, and you were gone."
"Well, Mother's not the only one with training, Father."
"Oh."
Oh? That's all the Black Heretic had to say?
"What do you mean, oh?"
He turned his gaze from me, bringing his hand to his face - like nervous people do. He took a pause, taking time with his response.
What was there to even contemplate?
"I was just... worried."
I snorted.
"Why? What could've possibly happened to me?"
I was definitely amused now.
He began rubbing his face - flustered or frustrated or both... I couldn't tell.
"I... it... it doesn't matter."
Ok, now I was worried. Father never hesitated.
"Father, is everything alright?"
This seemed to ease his nerves, his lips curling into a soft smile.
"I'm fine, milaya."
He then reached for my hand, clasping it in his own.
"Are you busy?"
"No, why?" I asked, curious now.
"Will you accompany me to the palace gardens?" he asked, his smile taking on a more playful look.
Now it was my turn to smile. Slipping my arm through Father's, I gave him the go-ahead.
"Lead the way."
PALACE GARDENS
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The Summoners' Heir
FanfictionBorn to both light and shadows, I'm respected but feared. I have lived many centuries and served as a general under the Darkling and Mother's reign. In a desperate attempt to flee an ambush, I unknowingly used merzost. Little did I know that I had r...
