"Even if I were to forbid it, I know you would go anyway," Hubert says, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and understanding.
He knows his son well—Octavius's resolve is unyielding, his determination to save his mother unwavering. There is a fire in Octavius's eyes that Hubert recognizes as his own, a reflection of the indomitable spirit that has carried their family through countless trials.
"I cannot let any hope slip through our fingers," Octavius asserts, his voice firm. "Mother's life hangs in the balance, and if there is even the slightest chance of saving her, I must take it."
Hubert turns to gaze out the window, his eyes tracing the familiar landscape of their kingdom, now bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.
The weight of his decision and the impending journey weighs heavily on his heart. The silence stretches between father and son, filled with unspoken fears and hopes.
