This night ain't for the faint of heart

She could tell that even Ulric wasn’t quite right, the way his expression shifted sadly when he looked up at her, the tinge in his voice, the way his head didn’t sit quite as high. Lillith knew this version of her father quite well. The one where he was doing everything possible to stay strong for her. Everything had always been for her though, his life sacrificed while she was sick, his decisions and attitude towards Roman, his efforts as leader of the Hallows.

”It’s okay,” she told him softly, well aware of other things on his mind, and the look of exhaustion written all over him. The girl padded up to him on dainty white toes, and lightly leaned her shoulder against his. She craved the assurance and the physical touch. Something that had changed over the time she was given with Roman. Something that might not last if she lost him.

He offered her a meal and got to work before she could accept, but he already knew the answer. He asked why she was here at this hour after that. For the first time she hesitated in telling her father. Roman wanted his secret kept, and she didn’t want to see him locked away anywhere but his room. Lil looked back towards the larder guiltily before she answered. ”Trying to find Romulus some dinner,” Lilith told him the truth but the sudden tears that leapt to her eyes revealed the true story.

Lillith Adravendi