"Amie, it's been almost a week. You still haven't told me what actually happened." Aster said, placing a hand on Amethiel's shoulder.
"I told you, Father," Amethiel replied, his tone already edged with frustration. "The monster just became harder to handle than usual, so I called the knights just in case. Whatever my brothers told you is wrong. They've never liked any of my monsters."
"Amie," Aster said more gently, though there was still weight behind his voice. "You've been moodier than usual. You barely come out of your room. And…"
He sighed, his hand resting more firmly on Amethiel's shoulder. "You have never called the knights for anything unless they were part of your tests. As your father, I think I have the right to worry. Your brothers, too."
A few more days had passed since Amethiel's…unfortunate experience with Kree.
And maybe—
Just a little—
It had affected him.
Who wouldn't?
Amethiel pressed his lips together briefly.
Still, he had learned something from it.
