"I am a pure-blood," Ren whispered. "But your father… he was a strong wizard. One of the strongest."
Eiran's eyes widened, curious and bright.
"For real?"
For the first time, he wanted to know about his real father.
"Yes," Ren murmured, voice low. "Your father was powerful… and dangerous."
"How?" the boy asked, curiosity sparkling like light on water.
Ren looked at his son and smiled slowly.
"He would do anything I asked him to. Isn't that a great power?"
"For example?" Eiran pressed, eyebrows knitting as he tried to understand. To him, doing what a parent asked didn't seem special—he listened to his Papa all the time.
"For example…" Ren paused, his expression shifting. The small smile faded from his lips as memories resurfaced. He thought about everything Ilyan had done for him—yet there was one thing he could never forget.
"He gave me what I wanted the most."
