*** Gregory Vermillion ***
I stood at the high balcony of our castle, and watched as my daughter, ardoned in her Phoenix form, flew away from us with the handsome son of Gray in tow.
Achilles and Aeneas, my trusted aides and best friends, stood behind me and watched alongside me. We only watched, in silence.
Until a few minutes later, when Achilles couldn't hold it anymore. "Your highness, why did you allow him to walk all over your pride as a King like that?!"
He blew off. As expected from the rough headed Achilles. The child I took in when I was merely growing up, and swore to repay me back, even with his life.
Honestly, I wouldn't want that, but meh. I don't mind having one or two loyal warriors by my side. And as for his words... "He did not walk over my pride as king, Achilles."