Ever since Julien began to take the shape of a man, Jorah had begun to turn away from him. He knew his son would have to put away childish things. A coddling, doting parent was one of those. He wanted his heir to grow up and feel ready when he finally took charge of the family - not like he'd had. Jorah watched his son's outburst and scrapped his mind for what his father would have said or done. He hid the quiver of his uncertainty behind the goblet he held to his lips, his eyes like steel on the boy.
He did not know the boy anymore. The entitlement that raged in Julien's eyes, alongside the childish pride to stay together, told Jorah his son was oblivious and innocent to what war meant. His fist tightened as Julien continued his speech. His son was a proud fool, and many a lesson that taught one not to be often ended in death. Struggling with his own failure to impart this lesson, he grappled for what to say. It would have to be harsh. It had to live up to death.
[color=orange]"How dare you raise your voice against me," [/color]Jorah said to his son as if he were a stranger to him. He began in an oddly calm, conversational tone. [color=orange]"Fed you. Clothed you. Educated you. And you dare question my judgement, boy"[/color] he bit into the word, pausing briefly, he put the cup down.[color=orange] "You do not know war!" [/color]he raised his voice. [color=orange]"You do not know it! Have you not been paying attention to your studies? Do you know what could happen to your sister?!?"[/color]
His chest heaved and his voice settled,[color=orange] "The world has teeth, perhaps I should have let you feel them more,"[/color] he concluded, lifting the drink and looking his son once more in the eye. He hated how half of Elena's face looked back at him, and it was why he never wanted those teeth on his children.
He did not know the boy anymore. The entitlement that raged in Julien's eyes, alongside the childish pride to stay together, told Jorah his son was oblivious and innocent to what war meant. His fist tightened as Julien continued his speech. His son was a proud fool, and many a lesson that taught one not to be often ended in death. Struggling with his own failure to impart this lesson, he grappled for what to say. It would have to be harsh. It had to live up to death.
[color=orange]"How dare you raise your voice against me," [/color]Jorah said to his son as if he were a stranger to him. He began in an oddly calm, conversational tone. [color=orange]"Fed you. Clothed you. Educated you. And you dare question my judgement, boy"[/color] he bit into the word, pausing briefly, he put the cup down.[color=orange] "You do not know war!" [/color]he raised his voice. [color=orange]"You do not know it! Have you not been paying attention to your studies? Do you know what could happen to your sister?!?"[/color]
His chest heaved and his voice settled,[color=orange] "The world has teeth, perhaps I should have let you feel them more,"[/color] he concluded, lifting the drink and looking his son once more in the eye. He hated how half of Elena's face looked back at him, and it was why he never wanted those teeth on his children.
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