"You are terribly boring. Meetings, fake smiles....what has being a Face done to you?" Hadyn teased with a mock shocked expression before he heard a clear clearing of the throat that prompted him to turn and look at his mother. An annoyed looking mother, at that.
"Ah," he said, his smirk faltering slightly as he nodded his head a little. "Hello, Mother. I was not expecting you to come."
"And why should I have not attended such a harrowing challenge of my youngest son?" Laureline asked, a perfectly shaped brow arching up as her face seemed to project something of surprise. It was a trap, there was no doubt in that. "Well, I had to ensure that my idiot children did not make fools of themselves, and instead I find that one merely kills....out right. Tell me, Hadyn, is this a trait you learned from David, kill your opponents without any sense of grace and decorum?"
Ah, yes. There it was- the lecture, delivered in that oh so perfectly reasonable and motherly tone. If she were any other mother, he'd probably be meant to feel ashamed and apologize for his actions- for spilling the milk, or breaking something valuable. How did she do that, he wondered.
"He would have countered with horseback archery....I thought it best to just-" he started, but she cut him off with a slap across his face.
"You thought, ah. Of course, my idiot son had a thought- so he planned his murder carefully I see. If you could not have mastered the counter, you should have picked another." She told him in a clipped tone. "I should see you running five miles for this, but it seems David has need of you for errands. A shame, really, that you will not be free to hide behind his Lordship forever."
Laureline turned to give Jordan a critical once over, an arched brow growing a little higher before she took her leave without a goodbye. Or a congratulations, well done....anything.
"There are nights I wonder how different life would have been if she'd died and not father." He said after a moment, though it was a lie. He very well could remember what his life, at least, would have been like. "Ah, well...'well done, Hadyn. Mummy loves you, congratulations on your successful challenge. Keep it up.'"
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"Ah," he said, his smirk faltering slightly as he nodded his head a little. "Hello, Mother. I was not expecting you to come."
"And why should I have not attended such a harrowing challenge of my youngest son?" Laureline asked, a perfectly shaped brow arching up as her face seemed to project something of surprise. It was a trap, there was no doubt in that. "Well, I had to ensure that my idiot children did not make fools of themselves, and instead I find that one merely kills....out right. Tell me, Hadyn, is this a trait you learned from David, kill your opponents without any sense of grace and decorum?"
Ah, yes. There it was- the lecture, delivered in that oh so perfectly reasonable and motherly tone. If she were any other mother, he'd probably be meant to feel ashamed and apologize for his actions- for spilling the milk, or breaking something valuable. How did she do that, he wondered.
"He would have countered with horseback archery....I thought it best to just-" he started, but she cut him off with a slap across his face.
"You thought, ah. Of course, my idiot son had a thought- so he planned his murder carefully I see. If you could not have mastered the counter, you should have picked another." She told him in a clipped tone. "I should see you running five miles for this, but it seems David has need of you for errands. A shame, really, that you will not be free to hide behind his Lordship forever."
Laureline turned to give Jordan a critical once over, an arched brow growing a little higher before she took her leave without a goodbye. Or a congratulations, well done....anything.
"There are nights I wonder how different life would have been if she'd died and not father." He said after a moment, though it was a lie. He very well could remember what his life, at least, would have been like. "Ah, well...'well done, Hadyn. Mummy loves you, congratulations on your successful challenge. Keep it up.'"