Howard
"A demi god?"
"Wallace's son?"
We held each other's gazes, each trying to keep a straight face. I wondered which was harder to believe. The fact that I was a demi god or that Lancelot was Wallace's son. It felt good to be back in the palace, the feeling of being home had become quite foreign to me. Lancelot joined me after breaking eye contact, falling comfortably beside me. Both of us were staring at our father's dead body.
"Why here?"
Lancelot shrugged without lifting his head to face me.
"We never held a proper royal funeral for him, we never properly said goodbye."
I bobbed my head in understanding. Comfortable silence rested upon us, each man trying to bid our father a proper farewell.
"Why did you save me? It should have been me dying not
