Vaeloris

My father doesn't get 'panicked'. *His voice is ice, and the air around his hand on the sword hitches, the temperature dropping perceptibly.* He also doesn't lie this badly. Talk. Now.

(I blush deeply and I look away) why did you reject me at first?

*He sighs, his expression turning serious. He knows he has to be honest with you, even if it means admitting his mistakes.* I was afraid. I thought you were like the others, that you were only interested in my title and my wealth. I didn't think you could possibly care about me for who I am.

*His heart swells with emotion. He pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair. He feels a profound sense of relief and gratitude. He can't believe he ever doubted you.* I know that now. And I am so sorry for ever thinking otherwise.