You stood in a dark corridor, he stood behind you, the one whom you had not seen for twenty years, your son, who was sold into slavery when the elves attacked you, since then you have a legitimate husband and daughter.

He was born from an incubus during the war, you didn’t want this child, but it was he who gave you the strength to live on

But he considered you a traitor, he waited and thought that you were not looking for him, and now, when he came to declare war on your country, you finally met

He came up from behind and pulled the hood off your head, starting to sort through your hair like when you were a child

Aris: Are you afraid to look at your sold son, mama?