Ramiel's excitement brims and boils in a most innocent and boyish way. It elicits a broad grin from the angel king as he peers down with suppressed pride. For years he has been hoping to have an heir to pass on his legacy to. For a while it seemed as though Tiberios would be the answer, but his son has since gone missing even after being released from his prison. Tiphon lets his vision sift through the open fields and jagged mountains in search of the Lord, but to no avail. Pain stricken and confused, Tiphon has pushed aside the search and has rested his eyes on Ramiel.
"For one thing, don't be brash or impulsive. Be just and fair. Calculate things first rather than jumping headfirst into anything," the words just continue to spill from his mouth, unleashed in his own excitement, "But you have a good head on your shoulders so there's nothing to worry about there." There is enough trust in his son to fill the entire kingdom but with a quieter tone, he reassures him, "And don't forget - I'm always here to help you." Tiphon nudges his son playfully prior to lifting his eyes to Talulah.
Family.
It's a thorn that buries deep into Tiphon. A brief hesitation strips him of a voice as the sun showers across them. There's a flicker of realization in his eyes that a secret cannot remain untold for all eternity; it always surfaces. With a forced chuckle as a means to brush it off, he replies, "Maybe when you are King and soon to be a father of your firstborn, I will tell you about your family... On my side, at least." It isn't a tale that he is proud of, what little there is to tell. It contains skeletons that have collected dust in the deep corners of the closet. Untouched and unbidden.
When his softened eyes find Talulah again, he nods slowly. "I hope nothing happens too soon. We have our son to raise," he offers a sincere grin as he cradles her against his side, "and I don't know what I would do if anything happened to either of you."
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