Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-26288702-20170331182138

Armata:"In a way, yes, you are lost to me."

Imperia eyes tear up as Armata speaks so bluntly to his daughter, she looks to Astride with remorse and wants to speak, but she holds. Not wanting to speak out of turn and invoke her master's rage, Imperia remains silent.

Armata:"You are indeed lost to me child. Even with my blood in your veins. However, De'Sanges are carriers powerful blood and fierce reputations. Above all, we are loyal to our own... and you, are De'Sange. I cannot say that I'm ready to be a father or that I wish to hold you, but I'd like to change that."

He rises from his throne and returns to Astride.

Armata:"You have you mother's beautiful eyes... I loved her dearly. Perhaps more so than anyone else I have ever known. What happened to her and what happened to you, that lead to the Void claiming you?"

It is unmistakable, the sadness in his voice. He looks upon his daughter now with a different gaze. It is strong and reserved, yet gentle and concerned.