Chapter 110: six months

Cassius pov

I just finished all the files and leaned on my chair closing my eyes, I was so tired yet I had to go and train that royal who was getting on my nerves.

"What happened to the mother?" I heard the voice and I looked back. 

Killian was standing there with a face full of anger and worry.

"Is that a way to talk to your father?" I asked, I could not tell you what happened, not because I wanted to maintain my image, but because I did not want you to feel hurt again, if you knew chances were that she would leave earlier than expected.

He took a few deep breaths, "I apologise father, but there is something wrong with the mother, I wanted to ask you, what happened to her?" this time his voice was calm and poise like always.

"We had a fight yesterday," I told him in short and thank goodness he did not ask more.

He sighed as he sat on the chair. 

"But she was looking more upset this time, father, why don't you go and apologise to her, a small gift would do too," he said and I chuckled.

"If I gifted something to your mother, she would think that it had some dynamites or a trap was there in it,'' I replied and his eyes narrowed.

"Would you not do the same, you both are alike, you just did not accept it," he said and my brows furrowed.

"We have nothing in the common son." 'she had not faced as much as I had, nor had she seen the cruelty of this world.' I added in my heart.

"You are, and I can prove that," he added confidently and I sighed.

"Of course you can, well the point is your mother thinks that I like your aunt isabella. If you want to make her feel better tell her I do not like her.`` I added and his eyes narrowed on me.

"What, do you think that I like your aunt too?" I asked and he shook his head, a breath of relief washed over me.

"But I wonder, what made her think so? Have you ever thought father, mother used to spend a good time with aunt isabella? And whenever I asked aunt about mother, she would say that she hates me and wanted to get rid of me.

Once I asked aunt if my mother is that bad, why did she spend time with my mother, she replied that she was training her to be a good mother and a good wife." he continued her story and all the things she had done ran in front of my eyes.

The way she came into my room almost wearing nothing, the way she used to cry and clung to me, I tried my best to maintain her chastity but she was... Oh my was she a fool to believe in the girl who wanted to marry me and follow her advice and here she said that I didn't understand things.

"I wonder if aunt Isabella was very advising her then how things turned so differently, and the day mother had stopped talking to the aunt, she had become a wonderful person." he contemplated and I smiled proudly.

"Since you know that, why don't you stay away from Isabella too, I had often seen you talking to her," I replied and he bowed his head.

"Aunt was good to me father, she had supported me when I was alone after the death of my mother, I just could not avoid her now because I have another mother, it would be selfish of me," he replied and I felt immense guilt, I knew I had been distant to him after knowing the truth. It took me some time to accept him then.

"I am sorry son, I have disappointed you," I said and he looked at me with surprise, he had never expected me to apologise as he knew I was a very proud man.

His expressions softened, "I am sorry, father. I never wanted to blame you, time was difficult for both of us." he said with a smile and I smiled back.

"Killian, if you want to talk to Isabella, you can. I am not denying you as she is your kin. But make sure to believe your family first, rather than an outsider, right, son?" I asked and he furrowed his brow.

"Father, is there something I should know?" he asked and I shook my head. You should not know any hatred my son, you should not know the truth at all.

He looked at me with suspicion filled eyes but nodded. I can see the reluctance in his eyes.

"Killian, you trust your father, right?" I asked and he nodded.

"More than anyone in this world, father," he said with a smile.

I smiled nodding as he stood up. I thought he would go back but instead, he moved towards me and hugged me. It was a surprise because it had been almost two years since he had last hugged me. I tried a few times, but I was never able to fill the void that had been formed between us. I closed my eyes as my expressions soften. I hugged him back with much more intensity. He did not know how much I had missed the warmth of a hug, how much alone I had been in these years. How much I had been burnt and shattered.

How much time had passed when he let me go but stood there with expectant eyes.

"Do you need anything son?" I asked and he bit his lips and nodded hesitantly.

"Father, I love you and I want to stay with you," he said and I smiled but his hurt look told me there was more to it.

"But I love mother too, father, could both of you... I mean... Could we not live as a happy family?" he asked and I closed my eyes, there was no happiness when people did not love each other, oh who was I trying to deceive I did not get happiness even when I loved a person with all my heart.

"Six months, I can give you six months."