Sometimes, you're better off in the dark

Curiously, the boy padded a few steps closer to the apparently distressed stranger, wondering her reaction. She seemed all-together unphased by his potentially offensive nickname for her, and instead explained quickly why she was so visibly distraught. So her father had gone to war, eh? None of those wolves had been heard from as of yet, and it seemed to be freaking his parents our quite a bit.

"What's your name?" he asked casually, head remaining tilted to the side as his sea-green gaze met her own. "I'm Quintus Nero, son of the King and Queen, " he explained with a chuckle. "And who's your dad?" He couldn't help but feel glad his own father hadn't gone to war - he was not a very emotional boy, but truly loved his father and detested the idea of anyone hurrying him.