All he was thinking at that moment was that he desperately wished to get away. He couldn't face his father after what he had said. Yes, everyone was right, he acted like a spoiled brat, he didn't know how to express himself and all those feelings of discomfort were slowly bottling up and he felt like he would explode.
Everyone worshiped Allias and Theseus. Perfect leaders, perfect parents, perfect soldiers. Ardreth could never understand why. Why were they perfect, why were hymns written for them, what did they do? No one, his parents were never there, he was always alone, hearing their stories from others and every single person in this kingdom whenever he tried to tell them things were not really that perfect would scold him, tell him he was ungrateful.
