Yeats Howard, covered in bruises and puncture marks, struggled to his feet, stumbling and nearly falling. So he got beaten up this badly just because the little uncle wanted to assert his fatherly authority in front of the two little kids?
This is fucking okay?
Nicholas Carter watched his dashingly handsome, skilled-at-swordplay dad with his cute little face tilted slightly in contemplation.
"If you learn swordsmanship, you can protect the Princess and Benjamin, and become a Dragon Slayer." The man bent down, his charming face full of smiles, carrying a rare gentleness as he coaxed, "Want to learn? Call me Dad and I'll teach you everything."
The young boy's eyes lit up, nodding heavily and saying crisply, "I want to learn."
So? Ignatius Leclair waited eagerly for the little guy to call him Dad, but Nicholas instead sprinted away, shouting, "Mommy, Uncle Leclair said he's going to teach me swordsmanship!"
