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The way Trevas had raised his two daughters had been pretty much normal in the beginning. Now he was more prone to using harsh discipline and force. That did not mean he didn’t care for them. If he had the time, Trevas imagined he would have spent a lot more of his days with his two daughters, but he didn’t have time. He was busy. People were always whispering in his ear, always wanting his opinion on things. Then he would have to deal with a couple of outlaws, why the northerners weren’t saying anything.
One day his mind might’ve exploded at how much he constantly felt like he had to do. Trevas would have to pretend to care for Katlyn, try to love her while caring for his daughters. It was overwhelming, and he felt like he always tried his best though it was clearly not enough.
“You are. I know there’s no point in explaining this to you. You don’t seem to understand that though you may not need love, others do. You’re hurting them in ways you don’t realize. Right, you don’t care. I know, you don’t have to remind me again.”
“Katlyn, that is enough!” Trevas snapped at her, his voice echoing through the room. He hated the fact that she had the power to make him feel that way. Like he wasn’t doing good enough, when all he ever thought about was how hard he tried. Trevas had a difficult time showing love to his daughters when he had no idea how. It had been so easy when Katlyn had been on his side, but she wasn’t anymore.
"I apologize for my sentimentality."
Instead of saying anything to her he scoffed. This was what his life had become with Katlyn. He couldn’t see a way where he could actually try to care for her ever again. When she made him angry he stayed angry for such a long time that it went out on everyone else around him. Though she wanted to blame him for everything, Trevas wanted to blame her for it all. For how he treated his daughters.
Maybe they were both the problem for why Trevas was treating them, but he would never want to admit that he was the cause of their miserable lives.
Trevas walked past her, over to the table where his cup still stood with some wine left. Quickly he drank the rest of it, wanting to refill his cup, but he didn’t. All this talk about the past and who he had used to be had made him feel strange. He wasn’t sure if he was actually upset over it, or if it was just the anger and wine that made him feel that way. Either way he knew that he didn’t care about Katlyn.
That was all that mattered. That he didn’t care about her.
Katlyn didn’t say anything either, and Trevas was thankful that she didn’t. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if she had kept talking. Now he had learned the hard way to never ask for her honesty again. It had seemed so fun in the beginning, but no matter how fun it was for him to see Katlyn upset, he hadn’t expected that they would take a little walk into the past.
He wondered what his mother would have done in a situation like he was in now. She had been a tough mother and she had raised him to be a King. Trevas had been raised like any other Wynver before him, with discipline that could make any child cry. Still she had loved him and cared for him, just like Trevas thought he did for his daughters. Katlyn wasn’t a Wynver though, she would never understand.
“Speak to me like that again Katlyn and I will have your head cut off.”
"We'd both be a lot happier then."
What she said was in reality very true, but again Trevas found himself growing silent. Not wanting to speak about the topic anymore. At least now he had made up his mind about a lot of things. He would tell Ashara that he would gladly send Sir Rowan to be her sworn shield. Then he would check up on Elaria to see how she was doing without bringing up the subject of a child.
Trevas wouldn’t do it for Katlyn, but for himself.
The whole conversation about their past had drained Trevas, and he put his cup down on the table. His mind was slowly turning into a messy place as he walked over to their bed. He was thinking about if he truly was doing something wrong, but he couldn’t see it. Just because he was a harsh father didn’t mean he was a terrible one. Trevas felt as if he had given them a lot, but maybe they didn’t see it or maybe it wasn’t what they wanted.
It was so complicated that Trevas wondered what he truly should have done. Instead of starting to doubt himself though he just pushed all those thoughts away, locked them somewhere in his mind where he wouldn’t remember it. Trevas would show his daughters in the morning that he did care for them, but he imagined that would be it.
Nothing else would come from it. Trevas would go back to his duties and be busy to the point where he wouldn’t see them much.
One day his mind might’ve exploded at how much he constantly felt like he had to do. Trevas would have to pretend to care for Katlyn, try to love her while caring for his daughters. It was overwhelming, and he felt like he always tried his best though it was clearly not enough.
“You are. I know there’s no point in explaining this to you. You don’t seem to understand that though you may not need love, others do. You’re hurting them in ways you don’t realize. Right, you don’t care. I know, you don’t have to remind me again.”
“Katlyn, that is enough!” Trevas snapped at her, his voice echoing through the room. He hated the fact that she had the power to make him feel that way. Like he wasn’t doing good enough, when all he ever thought about was how hard he tried. Trevas had a difficult time showing love to his daughters when he had no idea how. It had been so easy when Katlyn had been on his side, but she wasn’t anymore.
"I apologize for my sentimentality."
Instead of saying anything to her he scoffed. This was what his life had become with Katlyn. He couldn’t see a way where he could actually try to care for her ever again. When she made him angry he stayed angry for such a long time that it went out on everyone else around him. Though she wanted to blame him for everything, Trevas wanted to blame her for it all. For how he treated his daughters.
Maybe they were both the problem for why Trevas was treating them, but he would never want to admit that he was the cause of their miserable lives.
Trevas walked past her, over to the table where his cup still stood with some wine left. Quickly he drank the rest of it, wanting to refill his cup, but he didn’t. All this talk about the past and who he had used to be had made him feel strange. He wasn’t sure if he was actually upset over it, or if it was just the anger and wine that made him feel that way. Either way he knew that he didn’t care about Katlyn.
That was all that mattered. That he didn’t care about her.
Katlyn didn’t say anything either, and Trevas was thankful that she didn’t. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if she had kept talking. Now he had learned the hard way to never ask for her honesty again. It had seemed so fun in the beginning, but no matter how fun it was for him to see Katlyn upset, he hadn’t expected that they would take a little walk into the past.
He wondered what his mother would have done in a situation like he was in now. She had been a tough mother and she had raised him to be a King. Trevas had been raised like any other Wynver before him, with discipline that could make any child cry. Still she had loved him and cared for him, just like Trevas thought he did for his daughters. Katlyn wasn’t a Wynver though, she would never understand.
“Speak to me like that again Katlyn and I will have your head cut off.”
"We'd both be a lot happier then."
What she said was in reality very true, but again Trevas found himself growing silent. Not wanting to speak about the topic anymore. At least now he had made up his mind about a lot of things. He would tell Ashara that he would gladly send Sir Rowan to be her sworn shield. Then he would check up on Elaria to see how she was doing without bringing up the subject of a child.
Trevas wouldn’t do it for Katlyn, but for himself.
The whole conversation about their past had drained Trevas, and he put his cup down on the table. His mind was slowly turning into a messy place as he walked over to their bed. He was thinking about if he truly was doing something wrong, but he couldn’t see it. Just because he was a harsh father didn’t mean he was a terrible one. Trevas felt as if he had given them a lot, but maybe they didn’t see it or maybe it wasn’t what they wanted.
It was so complicated that Trevas wondered what he truly should have done. Instead of starting to doubt himself though he just pushed all those thoughts away, locked them somewhere in his mind where he wouldn’t remember it. Trevas would show his daughters in the morning that he did care for them, but he imagined that would be it.
Nothing else would come from it. Trevas would go back to his duties and be busy to the point where he wouldn’t see them much.