Chapter: 1/1
Character: Previous Lord
Summary: The previous Lord thinks about a few things before he departs for good.
"I'm so proud of you, Raskreia." His eyes crinkled as he beamed at his daughter. His heart swelled at her earnestness. Or was it the discomfort at how she thrusted the sword into Raizel?
It wasn't a marvel at what she has become, though. Seeing her here, the choice she'd made-had he done enough for her? Raskreia has always proved to be capable and independent, but he loved her all the same.
"I wish we had more time to talk." I wish I had fussed over you more, he wanted to add. Just as he had treated Raizel.
But he was leaving, and this wasn't about him anymore. He wasn't going to burden his daughter-no, the Lord-with such a pitiful thought.
Besides, he was much cooler than that.
No words could succeed in what he wanted to convey, but he knew the future of the nobles would be in good hands.
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