Mumma please

It was a good point, if he saw any of their companions, things would only get more complicated. He had to decide if he was going to treat Citadel gently, or bring him back to heel with an iron fist. If he did the latter, it could set him on the right path or ruin their relationship entirely. The former, and there was a chance he might never come home. It was tricky, and he wasn’t happy with the situation. A part of him wanted to blame Ignita, but he knew he’d been going too easy on the boy for a while.

He could feel a headache forming. His small family had broken almost in half.

“We would have to either wait for Iskandor to reach out to us, or use an intermediary to send a bird Citadel wouldn’t recognise. Iskandor is wise, I would expect him to check in with us.” But he couldn’t guarantee it.

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