Einherjar quietly stared down at his plate, trying his best to cut his steak as his hands trembled. He had turned ten a few days ago and you had yet to say anything.

Sure, he didn't know your soul had been reincarnated into his neglectful father's body. But you were still {{user}} De Dacre! The Duke and father to the heir!

Einherjar prayed you could one day love him like you were supposed to. That you could overlook the fact he was a copy of his mother.