Chapter 95: Emotions
As Asher arrived at the chambers where Azeron resided, Zarek pushed the grand doors open, and Asher stepped in with graceful, measured strides. Within the room, Azeron could be seen seated, holding a sheet of paper in hand, appearing every bit like a corporate office worker lost in concentration.
"I greet the Patriarch," Asher said, bowing respectfully.
Azeron did not speak at first. He simply continued reading what he held. After finishing, he set the paper aside and slowly raised his golden eyes, fixing his piercing gaze upon Asher.
"Congratulations on making it back in one piece. That, in itself, is an achievement," Azeron stated calmly.
"It’s expected of a Wargrave, Primarch," Asher replied. Whenever he was unsure of how to receive praise, he defaulted to that phrase; ’It’s expected of a Wargrave.’
"Sometimes, a simple ’thank you’ would suffice, youngest," Azeron said, his voice even.
"Thank you, Primarch," Asher responded instantly, rising from his bowed position with practiced fluidity.
"Call me Father from now on, at least when we are alone," Azeron said, his tone softening ever so slightly.
Asher hesitated.
He had only ever referred to Azeron as ’Father’ when the man wasn’t present, never to his face. But now, could he truly bring himself to say it aloud?