Chapter Four: It's Unhealthy To Not Dress Up
As Ian woke up, he looked around his bedroom. "That was one hell of a nightmare...so to speak." He paused. "I should probably get dressed." He said to himself. With that, he began looking through his drawers.
He eventually raised up a pair of black denim pants and a green-and-black-checkered short-sleeved shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. "Hmm…" He hummed.
"Ian?" Illikas said as he walked into the room. Ian frowned. "Dad, how many times must I tell you to knock?" Illikas rolled his eyes as he began walking over to Ian. "You are my only son, Ian. And also, do not forget that this is originally your grandfather's temple. Thus, as his successor, I have all the right in the world to come into your room whenever I want." Illikas explained with a cocky smile on his face.
"Hmmph. Fine. What did you come in here for, anyway?" Ian asked. "Your sister wanted to give you this. She told me to tell you that she loved the tiara." Illikas said. A small grin crossed Ian's face. "Oh good. I'm glad."
But then Illikas looked down at his son. "Ian, how would you like to join me on a hunting trip today?" he asked. Ian looked up at his father. "Sure!" Ian replied.