You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 554

"I bet you do... Yet let yourself be, for it is only natural, dear." — Giving a kiss on my crown, he acknowledged; actually serious without laughter. Somehow easygoing as we both appeared to be. Taking the moment that settled our humor aster my nod of agreement to think over what he was about to inform me. — "Sweetie... I was thinking if it was wise to say it or not... but I believe the sooner I tell you the better for your spirit."

"? Is there something wrong? You appear concerned, Dad."

"No, there is nothing wrong... I only doubted since it could be a bit of an unsavoury thing to say on a day like this... yet you are like me. You would prefer to learn about it without delay."

"Well, I do have such beliefs... What is it? Is it about Paul and Theressa?"

"Yes. You guessed correctly. The judges were against it when I told them about your request. They deemed it unhealthy given how everything unfolded..."

"Oh... I see..."

"Nevertheless... I told them it was for your heart’s health you needed their approval." — He said, still with a tone of worry in his demeanour. Taking my hand in his like he likes to whenever serious matters need to be explained, as a show of what I feel is my father’s support. Looking at my hand while the rest was told. — "I also added a bit of sentimentalism about you siblings’ complex bond and how as the chosen and Calla’s confidant there was a need telling you to do it... I may have gone a little creative while convincing them... Therefore, if they ask anything odd about it please only nod, sweetie. I cannot add another discussion with the jury to my list. They are hard to deal with even for myself, haha..."

"Uh, yes. Certainly, I will act consequently..."

"Thank you."

"Um, only for confirmation... Does this mean I can visit them?"

"Oh, yes. You can go after informing about it to the ward of the jail. It can be done whenever you want. Only remember that you promised the brat would be with you. I will know if you go on your own and I am telling you, I will not be happy with that, child."

"!? Yes, of course! Do not worry about that, I will tell his highness as soon as we get a moment to meet again!" — Holding his hand tightly I could not hold back the delight. Meeting them was at the moment the most probable path I could take to learn something valuable about my current situation as the Ninth and learning I could do it this promptly was certainly something to look forward to.

’This is perfect... I have been a little uneasy thinking how long this could take, but now I can finally meet them and test the waters...’ — I thought, knowing that it might sound easy in my head yet aware that there was a possibility it would prove difficult a task. Nevertheless, his aid was as always enormously appreciated...

"Thank you so much Father... this is truly a big help you have given me. Thank you, thank you! I promise to be careful for the ease of your heart!"

"... I thought you would not take it this well. I must have worried for nothing, huh." — Dad said after watching me closely, laughing with little energy as he said this.

"Ah... haha, well I truly need to talk to them..."

"Yes, I understand, dear. You do not need to explain it again." — As if it was not something that concerned him, Dad said, not truly hiding it well from myself.

It made me sorry for I knew he had his reticence and also had his worries which, mixed with the sadness of the situation (one I could tell he was trying to distract himself from), he had probably also used my birthday as a way to focus in something that would help himself to forget the sorrow.

After all, even if admirable and strong to others, I knew that he also was of a soft heart when it came to his family...

"Once I solve the doubts and questions I keep, I will tell you all about it..." — I ended up saying. Wishing to reassure him this was not meaningless.

"I know you will, sweetheart." — Dad replied as lovely as ever, caressing the strands on my temple with the fondness he never ceased to show me.

Reciprocating the smile of my father, I caressed his hand as well. Happy to be able to have these occasions where I could confide in him and... suddenly finding some delight in the address he gave me.

’Haha... I used to call myself that.’ — Entertained at the unique memories I now had of my own, I laughed inwardly at the word "sweetheart". Not forgetting to say how apologetic I was at my reaction. — "For the energy I replied with, I apologise."

"? What an odd thing to apologise for."

"It is not... It was inconsiderate towards your heart, father. None of this is easy for you and yet... I was unthoughtful."

"Hmm..." — I heard him murmur, certainly unconvinced. Solely to listen the pause allow his gentle voice. — "Kind bird, do not sing sad songs."

"...?"

"Let me listen to beautiful melodies now that trills blessedly exist... and only flaunt vibrant shades in your every feather so the sky you reign every day is only delectable and warm to my sight and spirit."

"..."

"What I want to say... is that I would not like it if because of what I have the duty to worry about, your spirit ends up feeling the need to match mine, sweetie." — Using the poetry he had not used in a while, dad opened my eyes again to how big and gentle heart he had once more. I felt small as he appeared wiser and reliable, like the father he had always been. And as if mute again he said many things in reply to my silence, corresponding to the thoughts that were developing. Proving as well, how alike we were in our ways. — "Besides... it was not because of this that I thought you wouldn’t take it this well."