Page 47 of Fallen Heirs

I’d make damn sure that changed, though.

It was time for us to be together on all things.

If we could pull that off, then nothing could touch us.

Ever again.

12

~Orpheus~

I stepped into the nursery.

That’s right,nursery.

We had so many rooms in the palace that the room I’d had as a baby had been left untouched, much like a shrine to my infant self.

I’d thought it had been at my mother’s insistence, but knowing what I knew now, that was being called into question.

A lot about her was being called into question.

I stared at the wooden rocking chair and its now dusty purple cushions in front of my old crib. Where she used to rock me to sleep, bond with me, and just be my mother.

It seemed surreal now, another world.

A falsity.

And it had me angryandaggrieved that her despicable decision to align herself with that madman had made it so.

It tainted everything.

My memories.

Our relationship—or lack thereof these days.

The way I viewed a lot of things.

“Son.”

I started, so lost in my thoughts, that I hadn’t heard anyone come in.

“Father. How long have you been there?”

“Just a few minutes. A lot shorter than you. You didn’t announce your arrival. Word was delayed reaching me as I was indisposed.”

“With Marlowe?”

“Yes. He’s had a voracious appetite since my almost-death.”

“I’d rather you kept status updates of both yourappetitesto yourself.”

He chuckled. “That takes the fun out of it. I was about to ask about your sex life too.”

“Let’s retire that openness.”

“Now Alena is in the picture, yes? You’re very protective over her.”

“Well, does Marlowe really want you revealing details of you getting it on?”

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