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[OTA] A Mother's Love...
There was nothing that said she had less than perfect love for her children. She, at least, had something that came close to the appearance of love for them. She devoted her time to their education, she devoted her skill to their training- indeed, she had given up husband and suit for their protection. Or, rather, for Hadyn's.
And yet he repaid her love and devotion with abject folly and indiscriminately poor choice. Was this the son she had raised? Had she not given him milk from her own breast, nursed him through illness, kissed his head when he laid down and slept? All she had ever asked from him in return was the pure, unquestioning obedience of a son. She asked of him perfection, and dutiful study. In her hands Hadyn's future could reach for the stars- but only so far if he chose not to listen.
First the medical studies- a swift departure from the theatre. And perhaps she could have been persuaded to it except for the eventual truth- he would be forced to study Outside. And what would the Outside teach him? With all their sins and disregard. They did not have respect for their parents, they did not have respect for anyone. So then how could she trust these beast, foul and loathsome, to teach her son? And once more- what if they taught him other things? Other...ideas.
She would hate for her hand to be forced. But then- death was not always the worst fate for man or animal. There always came a time when putting them down was more kind and useful than letting wallow in their pitiful lives.
Still- if the boy could only think to amuse himself with quick, useless displays of force, then perhaps she had failed in her teachings. Such trivial, vile behavior was left to the dogs on a hunt. He was to be Ace, not some mindless drone who reacted with no small pleasure to the breaking of bones. The girl had hardly been worthy of his skill, and simply ignoring her would have likely been as effective- and much less likely to display his vast collection of martial skill.
So perhaps it was little surprise to those who knew Laureline for who she really was, that she was sat on a bench, quietly reading her book while Hadyn was standing some feet off in a most uncomfortable of positions. Should he fall- he would get up, and start his exercise over. Should he make it through the exercise? He would begin a new one much more challenging than the last. And he would continue to do them without break until she was satisfied that he would not make the same mistake twice.
And yet he repaid her love and devotion with abject folly and indiscriminately poor choice. Was this the son she had raised? Had she not given him milk from her own breast, nursed him through illness, kissed his head when he laid down and slept? All she had ever asked from him in return was the pure, unquestioning obedience of a son. She asked of him perfection, and dutiful study. In her hands Hadyn's future could reach for the stars- but only so far if he chose not to listen.
First the medical studies- a swift departure from the theatre. And perhaps she could have been persuaded to it except for the eventual truth- he would be forced to study Outside. And what would the Outside teach him? With all their sins and disregard. They did not have respect for their parents, they did not have respect for anyone. So then how could she trust these beast, foul and loathsome, to teach her son? And once more- what if they taught him other things? Other...ideas.
She would hate for her hand to be forced. But then- death was not always the worst fate for man or animal. There always came a time when putting them down was more kind and useful than letting wallow in their pitiful lives.
Still- if the boy could only think to amuse himself with quick, useless displays of force, then perhaps she had failed in her teachings. Such trivial, vile behavior was left to the dogs on a hunt. He was to be Ace, not some mindless drone who reacted with no small pleasure to the breaking of bones. The girl had hardly been worthy of his skill, and simply ignoring her would have likely been as effective- and much less likely to display his vast collection of martial skill.
So perhaps it was little surprise to those who knew Laureline for who she really was, that she was sat on a bench, quietly reading her book while Hadyn was standing some feet off in a most uncomfortable of positions. Should he fall- he would get up, and start his exercise over. Should he make it through the exercise? He would begin a new one much more challenging than the last. And he would continue to do them without break until she was satisfied that he would not make the same mistake twice.
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She stood then, her book lightly clasped in her hand as she adjusted her shoulders just so.
"Perhaps it is time for me to retire for the day, least I find myself disgusted with a lack of competence out of this boy." Hadyn, at this moment, was something less than her son, after all.
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"How long has she had you at this?"
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He did not want to start over again.
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Well, Hadyn wasn't his son to tell him to stop and take a rest, so Julien doesn't bother with that.
"We won't be meeting in a practice room tomorrow. Instead, I would like to see you out on the main field at five A.M. We will not be using weapons."
But you might want some good tennis shoes.
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Before he nodded.
"As my lord says." He murmured with a slow exhale.
Tomorrow was not going to be fun.
At. all.
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"I'll see you then. Goodnight, Hadyn."