Hey! I am back! Sorry for the long wait: traffic was long (read as being grounded). So sorry for no note, but atleast Kenneth, our dear smol Kenny, is in the Castle! This Chapter is short, but the next one is long, so don't get dissapointed yet!
He walks with Allura, who helps him walk down the metal hallways. He feels uncomfortable. He's not wearing the black armor anymore, but his clothing is old and faded, his boots worn. There are cuts on his vest, certain angles making his bandages visible, but he just has to keep his arm crossed over his stomach area and he's good to go.
What he's actually uncomfortable about is seeing humans. He saw the Paladins, but not really. Not without their armor, not as their usual selves, not as, well, he doesn't even know how old they are. Maybe they're around Keith's age-
Keith. His son. The son he hasn't seen in well over a decade. He would be here. He was with the Blade. Then maybe, just possible, did he meet Krolia? There was a large chance, since the Empire's databanks told him about diminished sightings. But then again, he shouldn't keep his hopes up too high.
Pain is flaring in his side where he had been impaled by a sword, but he doesn't show the pain. Weakness is death. They stop in front of a door, and dark brown Altaen eyes meet golden, amber-brown human eyes.
"Would you like me to...answer any questions before hand?" Her lips are pursed, her hands clasped before her.
"Keith. How is he?" She smiles.
"He's an amazing young man. Although his hairstyle is questionable, he seems a lot like his mother, Krolia." Krolia.
"Is she also here?" She nods.
"I couldn't keep her out, although I thought you would appreciate a private reunion." He chuckles.
"Half of my world is private. I can't see out of my right eye!" He points to his bandaged covered right eye. Allura smiles.
"Yes, I would agree so. Do you want to...?" She beckons at the door.
"After you." He says, and he watches as she confidently walks, doors sliding open. He watches her lithe figure stand tall, and he can hear chatter, laughter, and a young make voice quip up to some defense, followed by more laughter and ridicule. A family. He hasn't had one in a while. The chatter barely minimizes, and Allura looks over her shoulder, pointedly looking at him. He takes a deep breath, and enters the room. They stare at him for a few seconds, before he hears someones breathing stop, one's speed up, the smooth slide of a weapon against a sheath, and suddenly, his uninjured hand is in front of his face, holding a knife that had been thrown at him.
He simply raises an eyebrow.
"Pardon me, but I don't believe that was necessary."