One's hands have the capability of changing one's fate.
Would turning away from the responsibilities that were laid in front of one's eyes, make them vanish as if they never existed? No, they only pass to another.
For honor.
Recognition.
And perhaps, the memorable times that came along with it.
Duke Grandis beheld the dull trees that danced under the summer sun. His vision blurred every time he blinked.
A week had passed from the day that he woke up, and all of the days were spent on his work. Even though his daughter, who always kept a blank expression, has urged him to rest and recover his energy.
It was the first time that Cailina learned to show more emotions.
He shook his head as being surrounded by people who are taught to only show what was needed, he shouldn't expect more that his daughter would be much different than him.
