Matters of the Heart

As soon as he had seen the Golden eyes of Guinevere he knew what he would name her, he knew how much she would be. It was like a sign, and all he could do was give her that name as a sign of respect, not only to his maman, but also to...his life. It was how it was because of her, and she was the source of his happiness. Now, he had five beautiful children, granted only four present, but they made him his family. Silence was provided by his wife and he leaned his shoulder into her, kissing her nose and offering her merely his body to wrap into. He loved her dearly, and he was going to be giving up...a lot for her.

Eyes locked onto Azalea, she had responded how he guessed she would with his harsh words, but in a way, she did need to hear exactly that. His daughter was long past due for a bit of a reality check, and while he was happy she was considered for a lead in Valhalla's future. He did not agree with her having been given that so early in live. It produced a spot of arrogance he wasn't particularly proud of, and he felt the need to make sure earth was where she lived. Perhaps, he would just need some time with her, some time to get things in order, see if everything was alright. Did she want to be that responsible?

He hoped so.

He smiled down at his kids and then looked outside, the weather wasn't horrible, perhaps an outing would be fine, "Eat up, we'll take you all down to the waters today," with him and soleil, plus Azalea and Gael there, nothing would happen to them that wasn't