* Happy Valentines!
[NOUR]
The Acrod palace was a piece of art. A magnificent piece of art that many would only ever wish to walk into freely like this. These corridors had once seen a young Nour running around, like he was just another kid on the block, while his father ruled.
The young prince had been the ultimate reason for King Cassius's patience and resilience and no matter what happened over the years, the pride that the father had in his son had never faded.
Here and now while they walked the palace and with Grant telling Nour of things that the young prince had been born into. A place that had been home to him, a place where he and his father could openly become family.
Nour could sense his father watching. He knew that it was probably because King Cassius was worried his son would disappear again, as usual, but a part of him wanted to run up to his father and hug him.
