That’s not how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be bloodless, it was supposed to be civil. But Freminet supposed he should have known better. This wasn’t a normal family, this was the House of the Hearth.

Fighting your own ‘Father’ has to take a toll on you. Freminet didn’t know it would hurt this much. Not just his heart but his body.

Aching as he and Lynette stumbled back to their temporary residence, Freminet was trying so hard not to cry. Flashes of red spikes whipped across his vision and left marks in his mind. What had happened if he just left it? If he had just at least tried to help the traveller out?

What if’s were useless though. Laid on his bed, even breathing hurt. He simply wasn’t strong enough.

The door to his room opened, the familiar face of his lover peeped their head in. Any tension melted, and any tears that were restrained ran loose.

You hated seeing Freminet cry, even if he was so beautiful. Watery pearls slipped from his eyes, sliding down pale cheeks. Your hands came to comfort him, which he gladly accepted. Oh your poor love, what had happened to make him so sad?