(atalantelinde) "I thought you loved me. I was wrong."
ââŠNo, MacalaurĂ« - who has told you this? Of course I love you. You are my sonâs son, and I would never abandon you!â
atalantelinde:
âAm I?â He beamed at that. The child had never thought himself like his father, and to hear someone confirm the opposite made him very happy indeed.
âYou are.â She cupped his chin in one hand lightly. âHe has never liked to sit still for very long unless there is something very interesting happening, ever since he was smaller than you.â













