left the nest

He held her with love and pride, feeling much the same possessive protectiveness of her as he did her mother. She was in some ways his first child, the first he had looked on and knew he would do anything to protect.

She would continue their meeting with unexpected words, and he pulled back slightly, frowning at her words. She had done this before his fealty was sworn, and well still her loyal sword, he was also a father. Commands for his son should go through him.

He was not certain what he thought of this. He did not want the boys dark ambition to grown. On the other flip of the coin, Venom possessed greater compassion and virtue then his son. Her pride was better balanced, and he could not see it being her undoing, as he feared it might Azure. Perhaps an alliance would work to imbue a loyalty to the crown in his son, and some of her nature would rub off on him. "So long as you work towards teaching him to let go of his hates and the disregard with which he treats others, you have my blessing. He will make a great Warlord one day, if he can find such a balance." There was a very subtle rebuke in his words. One he would not voice as her loyal sword.