"My son."
"What do you mean your son?! You have too many to count!"
"Simonifirac."
The words were clear, and the expression could not be simpler; the audience understood full well what the meaning of it all is. Karlus stared blankly at his son who was standing next to the Blood Sovereign. Simon had been called 'papa' and Malece had been called 'mama', it did not take a genius detective to understand the meaning of the child's words. Something happened and it was not something that could be considered as natural.
Suddenly Karlus came up with a reason on why Simon had probably been missing for the last two years. He had a rough picture but at the same time he felt quite overwhelmed by the picture he had just painted.
'My son's wife is the Blood Sovereign...? He already has a child....? I am finally a grandfather?'
He was internally elated, but did not let a single emotion show under his iron hard exterior.
