#Chapter 122 Dominic

Dominic sighed. "I was not expecting to give you a history lesson…" I chuckled at that, the sound coming out a bit watery. " I wasn't expecting to need one." “All Brightclaws get a mark after their first shift: the sigil of the Goddess’ Benevolence. Time that meant I was meant to be king. But we've since done away with that sort of organization." "… You know that most still view you as a sort of king-like figure, right?" "I'm aware." He chuckled. " I'll have to show you the portrait sometime." "There's a portrait?" "Not of me, but of an ancestor, who I take after greatly. My mother used to say that we would have been twins… It didn't help that that's who she named me after." My heart clenched. "You never talk about your family…" Not just to me, but to anyone. "It's not an easy conversation to have." I bit my lip. " If you ever want to talk about them, I'd want to hear." "Thanks, Renee. I take it that you're a bit calmer now." "Talking to you is always calming."