FREYA
The King of Dairon managed to keep the aura of power around himself even without his usual attire. For the man of his stance to appear on our doorstep alone is something out of character. Yet here he is. In the flesh.
“I...”, he starts speaking but his voice breaks, “I just wanted to make sure that you are all right… you missed the ball and…”
“Forgive us, father,” Desmond steps over, “We were busy today with family matters. Rickie came back to his senses and it felt wrong to leave the child alone in such a moment…”
The King lowers his head. We all know that it was a jab at him. After all, he abandoned his own child for years…
“You are right, of course,” he says with sadness, producing a small box, “I still wanted to give you this today. Desmond, you really earned it.”
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