T/W: Blood.
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That wasn't a promise and wasn't entirely enough to reassure Arren, but at this time, it would do. He knew that no one could predict what would happen, and if his father promised it to him, it was only a false truth that made to calmed him down.
Arren honestly didn't know what situation was better for him. Arren stared at his father's back as he got in the car and left the palace. He watched the car leave and sent his father off with his eyes until he couldn't see the car anymore.
He remained standing there in his position before a familiar embrace engulfed him from behind. He was immediately soaked with warmth as he was buried in the other's arms. Spade's chin rested on his right shoulder.
"I'll make sure Duke Evan will not be in the front lines; don't worry." Spade's deep voice sounded beside his ears, calming his uneasy heart somewhat.
