Faelyn watched Aethra make her way through the flowers, and how his heart ached for her. He knew of what she had gotten herself into, the front she faced the public with, how he so desperately wished that he could protect her from all of it. It was what a father was supposed to do, was it not? Wasn't that what he had so desperately wished for growing up? He'd always known his father loved him, there was never a question of that. He'd even loved his step-son, Neil. But at the end of the day, theirs was a violent culture and no amount of love could truly protect him.
Faelyn remained on his bench swing and watched.
He watched a young woman who had trusted him so completely then, and trusted him now, go and sniff the flowers so familiar to her. No matter his opinions, he would do everything he could for her. That would never change.
Faelyn remained on his bench swing and watched.
He watched a young woman who had trusted him so completely then, and trusted him now, go and sniff the flowers so familiar to her. No matter his opinions, he would do everything he could for her. That would never change.
I know a good bit. But...there was a soft sigh.
I think that what you need to hear right in this moment, is that no matter what you've done, or gotten yourself into, or are about to do... I will still love you, and support you. That is not to say that I won't listen and be your ears. But sometimes even the strongest of us need reminding from time to time.
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