Evian blinked. Hard.
"What?" he asked.
"I called you Daddy," Astrid said before raising her sword and pointing the tip of it to Evian's throat, "That IS what you are, is it not? Mother wasn't just another check on your list of conquests, was she?"
The tone that was very close to threatening aside, Evian had another question,
"You know?"
"Of course I do. You don't think Mother got herself a boy toy and neglected to tell me, did you?"
Evian managed to crack a smile, momentarily ignoring the sharp sword pointed at him or the way his heart still pounded in his chest,
"Boy toy?"
"You know, I wanted to meet you. To see the one my Mother would not stop raving about. To see the one who made her indulge in her passion for 'Death'…"
Astrid trailed off at the end of her sentence and Evian stared into her eyes trying as hard as he could to resist the compelling urge to look away. As though her glory, her dignity was just that great.
