Together, We Grow Stronger

He was surprised at his son's uncertainty, after everything they had gone through to get this fair. He raised a brow at Charlie, but didn’t speak yet. Letting him say his full piece without being interrupted. When Charlie stepped forward, the Warlord welcomed the embrace. Pulling his son close, and kissing his crown before resting his cheek against the boy's forehead. Holding him close, and tight. As if he was still a child, as if time hadn’t already affected the both of them.

He let out a soft, breezy sigh, but didn’t loosen his hold. “I love you too, Charlie. Never forget it. You don’t have to rise within the Armada to earn my affection. Whatever you chose, you’d still be the only thing I ever needed you to be: my son” But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to encourage his son to rise, and make the best of himself. “However, if it interests you, With Ruga’s absence you could consider looking to the rank of Master of Arms” He suggested, remembering his sons ingenuity with his crafting.


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