World So Cold

Sheerrun was startled by his father's voice, but he looked over to his father with crystal blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight that reflected off of them. He resembled more of his mother than his father, but he would not care about his appearance for right now. He looked back out to the snow and gave a small sigh, eyes closing.

"Nothing troubles me, Father," he spoke, his voice rather quiet but audible enough for the alabaster brute to hear his words. "But, the only thing that worries me is if, one day, my Mother and I will not even bother to speak with one another. I wish to know her more, but my personality is nothing like yours or mothers...I sense that I am more of a weakling; a coward who should never have been born..." he spoke, looking downward.