DAO: The Coming of A Hero
Tristan sat in the dining room, listening to the crackle of the fireplace. He felt like they’d been there for an eternity - him and his parents. His father stood away from him, facing the fireplace. He hadn’t spoken a word to him since he’d walked in on him and Owen. His mother, still dressed in her most lavish dress, sat at the table opposite him, looking like she barely recognised the young man sitting opposite her. All the guests had been sent home and the servants ordered away to their quarters with strict instructions not to disturb them.
“How long has this been going on?” Bryce questioned, nonchalant.
“You can’t even look at me can you?” Tristan said, ignoring the question. His father said nothing. “Do I shame you that much?” he said again, fe