Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170816013001

Armata looks at the stained glass windows of the great hall and then back down to the crying child. "Not everyone."

Layoka looks up, here expression confused. "My lord?"

"Not everyone here hates you. Lady Imperia cares greatly for you and so does that one maid who's name I can't remember. There, not everyone hates you..." He answers matter of factly. As Layoka turns away to return to Praetor she just barely here's her lord utter one more sentence. "I don't hate you..."

Layoka spins around, her face in absolute shock. Armata's eyes are focused on the stain glass windows of the hall, but they shift to Layoka. He stares at her for a moment then waves his hand. "Go. I wish to be alone."

Layoka leaves the throne room wiping her eyes a small smile on her face as she walks out. She travels all the way back to Praetor's with that smile on her face, she doesn't even notice the stares of everyone along the way. Without knocking she opens Praetor's door and plops into an open chair.

Back in the throne room, Armata runs his fingers through his beard as he thinks to himself. "Branford's father, huh. Suppose I should pay him a visit."