Miguel resided silent and once more, Ryan shouted, he wanted to wake up, "tell me." He had to endure the truth.
Ryan was clenching his fist, what a cursed morning it was. Miguel got to his feet and strode across his son, his hand rested on his shoulder, "all these years I was tending to protect you from them. From those heartless people. I wished you to live happily, love your cousin and make a life that you deserve but it seems the past would always stalk me in the shadows."
Ryan opened his eyes, he knelt in front of him, "forgive me, father! I was a silly child. The truth was harder than I expected." He was sobbing, his shoulder shivering under his father's hand.
Ryan was terrified, he knew that if Livia noticed him being alive then he had to forget his cousin and join the court that he loathed the most, knowing Wilmore was his young uncle was the awful part, the man who looked like a pure murderer. If he could describe demon, Wilmore and his icy aura was the definition.
