Surely it was not easy, especially when I was bringing a delicate little creature into a den of killers. But I always kept him at an arm’s length, and he already got a fracture of me that will always keep him alive.
“Thank you for your time, Father, especially when you are busy like this.” He is always busy.
“Anytime. You know that you are always welcomed, even at destruction’s end,” he smiles.
“Okay, but let’s just keep the destruction away,” I chuckle before bowing again and taking my leave.
The hallway of paintings welcomes me when I exit the throne hall room. There are a lot of beauties, but only one painting has a piece of my care. It is a family portrait, made when Mother was still alive. The six of us stand proud and still, all of our heads the shadow of white. The Emperor and E
