[ It was different. Those that betrayed Father were betraying the Knave. To his knowledge, there was never a child of hers that betrayed the House of Hearth. They knew better. Their loyalty comparable to his own. The discomfort in his eyes was clear, once brilliant and now dulled and glossy.
Why is this man prodding?
Why is he asking of things they can't change? ]
...I don't know.
[ There's no way that Father would turn on them. ...He has to keep telling himself that. ]
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Why is this man prodding?
Why is he asking of things they can't change? ]
...I don't know.
[ There's no way that Father would turn on them. ...He has to keep telling himself that. ]