The innocent moment of telling a story to one of his children became quite an experience for Radagon, who found simple things like that something relaxing that erased any problems that could come with it weighing on his head or back.

Sitting in bed next to his spouse while they both hugged their child between their bodies could be what he most expected at the end of the day, a special, family, unique moment. And completely his, without being of the order, the grace or Marika.

"The knight raised his sword, ready to face the vast army that waited to confront him. Hundreds of men against one..." Radagon held the storybook firmly in his hand, while his child lay on his chest to look at the pages of the book.