Got time for your old man?

Venom had no idea how much her presence changed the Warlord beneath her, how just the sight of her had put him on a different path. He was as good for the young Heir as the Princess was for the Warlord. Bright pink and purple eyes sparkled with emotion, she wouldn’t cry but how much he touched her was obvious in her gaze. He called her his child and she wondered how different life would be if she did not come from the Abraxas line.

Maybe she wouldn’t even be the same wolf.

”Seer..” She sobbed suddenly, unable to keep everything in. For so long she bottled up everything, she was the mature one, the heir to the Ashen Empire. She had to be perfect, but here with her mentor she felt completely vulnerable. Speechless Venom collapsed on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck and held tightly to him. Why was the world so complicated and painful? Was this going to be her whole life?