Ezekiel
"I'm not going to judge-"
"But you're going to judge," I chuckled and shook my head before I faced my father. My one day leave had turned into four days. I did not plan to stay at my father's cabin for that long but I guessed it was hard to just stand up and leave after telling my father that he probably was not going to have any grandchildren soon.
Even though he did not seem to care much of the royal family, he seemed extremely disturbed that I might be the end of the Sporades bloodline. The end of our family legacy.
We were standing on the steps of his back porch that faced out to the lake as we both held a bottle of beer. The winter was starting to bite but we were too much of 'men' to be sitting out there with a cup of tea.
He gave me a lopsided grin and let out a laugh. A rarity in its own right. "A twenty-four year old Ezekiel. What do you two even talk about?"
