"queer.."

the word rolled off his tongue, his tone a disapproving one. He sat opposite you, his violet eyes burning into yours. His glare was cold. His aura was tense.

"....no child of mine could be such a person. No - such a vile being. The lord won't allow it. I won't allow it."

somehow, he'd gotten word of your sexuality. And...let's just say his religious beliefs blinded his care for you.