[TAMIKO]
Zaffuto turned to look at his son's face, the most precious thing in his cursed life.
He wasn't sure what he could say to that.
All his life, the mad king had been certain of his sanity, but since he lost his wife, his son, and all the women at the birthing hall, a lot had changed for him.
The only thing he never thought twice about was the call to battle, and yet eventually he had seen how his son's Erasthai had made his son understand that war was sometimes not an equivalence of love.
He had watched something that he never thought possible in all his years as a Lycan king. And that was more than he could ever have anticipated.
"I've murdered kings without trembling, son. But look what I am reduced to with just a scratch on you. Even breathing has become a problem," Zaffuto admitted sheepishly as he let out something that sounded like half sob and half a laugh.
Perhaps this was his reality.
