"Okay, I will send my men there as well"
The eastern duke then look at his son as he turn off the communication orb, seeing him all worn made him feel useless.
"I will repeat what I said again son, rest" he emphasized as he put his hand on his shoulder. "And good job, you did great"
He was proud how he was able to proceed with the investigation even when he must have faced countless conflicting emotions.
"Father, I...."
"No" he interrupted before Eros could even complete what he was trying to say.
"I know what you wanted to do, but me and your mother wont let you dive into anymore pain, you shall recuperate until we finish this war"
War
That word wound the young man more than any cuts he recieved, but he couldn't just rest while their is a question he needs answers.
He clenched his fist wanting to ask for more permission but he doesn't know what words can convince his father.
