Part 690: Henry (Father) B

Um... You're not still upset,are you?

Ha ha! Of course not! Though when you started moaning and shouting out of the blue, your mother and I were worried. What was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?

I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv- Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!

And you are not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...

Geez. Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds to me like-

...OWAIN, GET DOWN!

What?!

...Whoopsie!

Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... Go on, Owain- I'll take care of this! You just get out of here. Now GO!

R-right!

(Time passes)

Well, that took care of that! Nya ha! Are you all right?

Gods, not again...

Hmm?

Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

This is how what happens?

*Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Hey, are you crying? What's wrong?

I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything.

More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Aw, it's not that bad! I'm barely bleeding!

Mmm... Bloood...