-Rathilion-
I stopped in front of the door, uncertain if I should have really come here. Our last conversation... It ended so poorly, revealing that no matter what I did, it would never be enough. But perhaps we could find a way to make peace between us. I was going to be a father soon, and he would be a grandfather. Maybe, for the sake of this future child and heir, we could reconcile. I hoped so, at least.
I knocked, and after a moment, I heard someone on the other side telling me to enter. Stepping into the grand living room, I found my father by a bookshelf, seemingly indecisive about what to read. As he heard the door close, he turned, a book in hand, and regarded me.
“I thought it was your mother,” he remarked.
“Does she usually knock?” I replied.
A faint smile played on his lip
