yet my blood renders me a King
The disaster of a Tournament was over and Sah was back from his detour to King's End. The snowball fall fight was in full swing when he arrived. He managed to smile softly at Deimos and Evie when he spotted them, "I didn't get a chance to say it earlier, but congratulations." The expression was far more subdued than the Wild Thunder's tendency to be open and free with his joy. But could he truly be blamed for being incapable at the moment? It felt...wrong to feel or participate in something so bright and wonderful right now.
But Sah owed it to his family to pick himself up and keep moving. If that meant forcing himself to participate in a snowball fight as soon he got home, so be it. And what kind of father would he be if he didn't immediately throw a snowball at Soleil's back?
But Sah owed it to his family to pick himself up and keep moving. If that meant forcing himself to participate in a snowball fight as soon he got home, so be it. And what kind of father would he be if he didn't immediately throw a snowball at Soleil's back?
Sah
