Summary: this is Leander Hastings POV when he first sees Seph at Second Sister.
Hastings
As I followed Barber into the room where I was told Seph would be, I couldn't help feeling a little excited. Yes, I'd seen him before, but never as my son. When I entered, I saw his hands bound and him sitting back-straight on a chair. I quickly scanned him over, just to make sure he wasn't in a life-threatening condition. Then, I moved to his face. In structure, it was something like my own, but more rounder, probably because of his mother's oval face shape. The dark hair in unruly curls was exactly like mine, along with the thick eyebrows. The green eyes were more blue than mine, but otherwise, he looked exactly like me. There must have been some change in Seph's stance, because Leicester glanced down at him and said, ' Don't'.
'I've come as agreed,' I said quickly. 'That was the deal: a trade-me for the boy.' Seph spoke up then, 'Don't negotiate with him. You can't trust him.' I saw Leicester silenced him with a wave of pain. I tried not to change my expression, to save Seph from more pain.
'What will the rebels do without the Dragon? No one to pull the strings of the spy network. No one to set traps for the unwary." Leicester gloated. For the same reason as earlier, I made sure not to say anything that would upset Leicester's great ego. I asked, well demanded, to let Seph go. He said he needed me to be restrained. As he signalled some of the alumni to step forward, I refused to let them come within four feet of me. I felt like a common dog, how they said 'restrained', and, as Seph said, how could I trust him. Leicester sighed, and flattened Seph's pinky against the table, and picked up a knife.
'I give,' I said quickly. It would be a painful experience I'd rather let my son go without.
'That's better,' said Leicester. The alumni bound my hands with an iron chain and Leicester had one of the alumni bring out a jewelled box. In the box was a gold band with runes etched into it and jewels that glittered in the light. The alumni fastened it around my neck, and I could feel it weigh me down. Soon after, it felt as if I was being drained of all power. I'd heard of the torc, but I was surprised by the feeling it brought.
'Now this is a rare piece, Gregory. Who did you steal it from?' I asked. He smiled, ' It came from the Hoard of course. I'll actually miss having the Dragon at large. He always gets the blame for everything that goes missing. The curator assured me it would keep you quite docile for the time you have left."
Leicester's blade came down quickly. When he brought his hand up I could see that he had given Seph a Witch's hand. I looked up at Leicester and said, 'I won't forget this.' And I wouldn't Leicester would pay for the grief he had given my son. I would make sure of that.
THIS IS A ONESHOT. Thank you for reading. i know it's a sucky title. I'm sorry it's short.