The Dark Kings.
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"I am home!" Amour shouted as he stepped into the carpeted floor. The walls were brownish with a hue of yellow, making the interior look like old ancient castles. However, it looked warm and cozy to everyone who'd lived there for some time.
The servants perked up their ears and greeted their young master. As more servants came to greet him, soon his father walked down the upstairs, his hands folded behind his back.
"Father." Amour waved his hand.
"Amour, was your trip pleasant?" Amon asked with a slight smile, curiously scanning his son. There didn't seem to be any injuries or signs of fighting. Heaving a sigh of relief, he revealed a bigger smile.
"Yes, it was alright," Amour replied.
The light shone on the mansion as the dinner was served. The father and son duo talked about some mundane things. It was the daily routine for them. Since only two of them were in the family, they were extremely close.