"Dad would you practice fencing with me?" Naoto looked up at him, with hopeful amaranthine eyes. He felt physically sick to his stomach just looking at him, because Naoto vividly reminds him of his mother who chains him down, and his grandfather who crushes him beneath his foot.
"Next time, Nao." He patted his son's head. The boy looked disappointed for a split second. Tristan Arseni, meanwhile worried how he would deal with his son if ever the boy decides to throw a temper tantrum.
He knew full well that Dhalia was spoiling their son, giving him everything he could ask for in this material world. Being the Arseni heir and a descent from the royal Di Carita bloodline, Naoto came into this world with a diamond spoon shoved in his mouth.
And to deny him of something....
"It's okay Dad, go save other people out there," Naoto assured him, a mere child trying to act mature for his age. "I'll work hard too. And be just like you in the future."
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Requiem
RomanceSeoris Series Book 1: Requiem "The dead don't talk, or do they?" When the tyrant king forced him to marry Princess Dhalia di Carita, he was gritting his teeth as he vowed vengeance. He was convinced that she was a vile woman, a puppet to her father...
