As you three sit still in the imperial carriage, your brother held on your lap (since you kinda protective of him), and Hartael sitting across from you both piercing a hole through your souls, he finally breaks the silence. Children. My son and my daughter. I've missed you. He has a cold expression, that slowly turns curious as he stares at the rags you're both in. How old are you now, Mylo? And you, dear daughter?
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