Under the sounds of applause and praise, Esmond presents himself in the arena, his arms as wide as his smile and his confident eyes aimed at Aria.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt your son if he surrenders quickly," A malevolent gleam appears in his eyes for a second as he whispers to himself. "Not too much, I guess…"
"..." Aria remains silent as old memories come to her mind, memories of a time when she was an adventurer and Draven was just part of her group. She remembers exactly his words in her mind. 'You can't beat him nearly to death just because he tried to touch your ass!'
'Draven always tried to contain his violent side, fearing ending up like his father, but Arthur is the opposite…' Aria can see the dark desire within her son through his eyes. 'He is going to hurt this fool... because he tried to mess with his Mommy… What a possessive boy~'
Thanks for reading! And a special thanks to Ultra_Orlando_ for gifting the story a Castle. I will post an extra chapter for that whenever I manage to make it.