n Ferhat's eyes, Zaire was just a kid too. He didn't care how long it had been and how many times they hher was gone and the son was left to grapple with the reality of the one thing his father had never prepared him for. The wearable king had prepared Cassius for everything. The wars. The strategies at court. The betrayal and the anger. But he had never prepared his son for his death. He never gave him a manual on what e one bird who didn't know if he was supposed to mourn or stay mute. He didn't know anything. Over the years he had learned what grief was from his local best friend and group, but even they had never taught him how to deal with any kind of grief. And that was something altogether because right now Nour didn't know shit."should I come with you?" Nour asked absentmindedly as he looked at his dead father, laying calmly on the bed like the man hadn't left a literal storm in his son's life. Like he hadn't been the trigger for something that Nor
