“I will bring more blades, My King,” my mother finally broke. “If they are for her, I will see to it she is never unarmed if you ask it of me.” “My King,” my father said, a new bite in his voice. “As I said, should you need us, we will fight with you.” Riot hesitated. “Your loyalty is inspiring. Thank you.” One side of his lips turned up in a grin. “Hear this: whatever you face someday, I hope you will always stand for your people. Raise any future children to stand for their folk. Do so, and you will leave a legacy that will play a mighty role in the fate of our kingdom.”
