"Well, Father… I'm just like that."
Dominic's gaze sharpened further, holding Damien's calm, unflinching stare. He exhaled through his nose, slowly—half frustration, half reluctant acceptance. He rose smoothly from his seat, the chair sliding quietly back against the polished floor.
"We'll discuss your little adventures later," Dominic stated flatly, adjusting his sleeves in a single, precise motion. "For now—come with me."
He strode past Damien without another glance, footsteps firm and commanding as he headed toward the inner halls, voice echoing briefly down the corridor.
"To the training grounds. We have much to cover."
Damien's smirk softened into quiet seriousness as he turned on his heel, following his father's lead without hesitation.
It was time.
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