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✘ — ; It had been a job well done. Not only were the kidnapped children saved – but the band of thieves that had tried to traffic them were also brought to justice at the end of his blade. He was covered in dirt, wounds and bruises; his young body battered and exhausted.

But it was all worth it in the end, right?

He assumed the Archduke would welcome him with the bells of praise – commend his efforts with songs of glory from the others. But what greeted him was a suffocating embrace and a trembling voice that brushed against the rim of his ear,

“I can’t lose you again…”

At first it did not make sense to Clive; this sudden feeling of warmth encasing the cold of his body with a frame much bigger and stronger than his. It was foreign and inexplicable.

Did he do something to offend?

As he reflected upon the moments leading up to this one he remembered that there was never a moment of hesitation. Clive knew their efforts to find the dozen of missing children would go in vain unless something of sacrifice was put forth. The wolves’ den would never have been found if Clive did not use himself as bait. For a group so dishonorably hungry for wealth, he knew that the value his life carried in their eyes would diminish all sensibility. The price on his head was worth far more than all of the children they kidnapped combined. He had been roughed up and treated as less than human. He was even left without a weapon to defend himself with. Yet, he was never afraid. Through their intimidations and ugly promises – Clive only had one thought in mind; and that was to save those innocent souls.

When he was thrown into the mix of them – he noticed that some of the children were bearers mixed with ones from prominent families. He swallowed down quietly, the despicable truth that crawled into the back of his mind; if it had only been children of the curse this rescue mission never would have made the light of day.

As dawn broke, Clive swiftly killed a few guards with their own blades and led the children to freedom as he covered himself in blood and smoke. He set the place ablaze and marched on. The dangers were never ending – monsters preyed upon the lingering smell of all the bloodshed he had caused behind him.

As the twilight drew near, Clive finally reached familiar grounds; finding comfort and relief upon seeing the banner of the phoenix. He urged the children onwards, promising that they were now safe before collapsing on his knees, finally able to breathe in an air of reprieve.

He didn’t care how he looked in front of all of his father’s men – he felt their eyes burning upon his form. It wasn’t until he heard his father's voice did Clive snap back into reality, separating himself from his cogitations that dreamt of sleep and comfort. Quickly, he raised his head and barely stood on his own two feet. He stumbled a bit at first before finding his footing. He stared with such a nameless expression as he expected a greeting of accolades. 

His dominant-less son as finally proven his worth, right?

Yet, as his father tightly hugged him, Clive’s body tensed. It wasn’t until he spoke that the young man eased into his touch. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming weight press against his eyelids, tickling his head as if all the energy left behind in the wake of his adrenaline was being drained. Clive closed his eyes and buried his face into his father’s shoulders with a small smile of relief etched upon rose colored lips just before his knees gave out and the darkness of sleep took him.

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