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Even though he always took Ophelia's requests to heart, Alex greatly feared coming to his father for help, believing he now wanted nothing to do with these traitors.

Perceived servants of the king.

Although his father grimly reflected that these two betrayed him, he did not punish his son nor his wife. He knew exactly why they sold the tripod. It was not for want or monetary gain, but need and desperation. Any chance for this family to live and prosper given the dire conditions of Helena. However, he made it clear that this village was no longer safe to them. He bid them to leave swiftly, her people would not be so clumsy next time.

Even though Alex had traveled on several occasions, the permanent nature of this departure terrified him. However, the gentle reassurances of Ophelia eased his worry. With clothes, supplies, and weapons in hand for the journey to the capital, his father gave Ophelia one last item. His cloak and with it, a haunting secret he had held onto for countless years-if even that.

That mattered little to young warrior before him, much to his surprise.

Alex saw him not as a vile and unholy being, but his father. The one who took him in the cold night, the one who trained him against all manner of creatures-the one he saw as a kindred spirit. Even though Ophelia was hesitant, she understood how much he mattered to her husband. In giving her this mildly blood-stained cloak, she could also see that he trusted her and saw her too as family.

Tearful and thankful beyond measure, the young couple ventured deep into the woods.

Hopeful for a new start to their family.

A little wordy description and overall unimpressive picture, it works. Did not take as much time as initially thought.

Description

EDIT: Minor lineart update.

Even though he always took Ophelia's requests to heart, Alex greatly feared coming to his father for help, believing he now wanted nothing to do with these traitors.

Perceived servants of the king.

Although his father grimly reflected that these two betrayed him, he did not punish his son nor his wife. He knew exactly why they sold the tripod. It was not for want or monetary gain, but need and desperation. Any chance for this family to live and prosper given the dire conditions of Helena. However, he made it clear that this village was no longer safe to them. He bid them to leave swiftly, her people would not be so clumsy next time.

Even though Alex had traveled on several occasions, the permanent nature of this departure terrified him. However, the gentle reassurances of Ophelia eased his worry. With clothes, supplies, and weapons in hand for the journey to the capital, his father gave Ophelia one last item. His cloak and with it, a haunting secret he had held onto for countless years-if even that.

That mattered little to young warrior before him, much to his surprise.

Alex saw him not as a vile and unholy being, but his father. The one who took him in the cold night, the one who trained him against all manner of creatures-the one he saw as a kindred spirit. Even though Ophelia was hesitant, she understood how much he mattered to her husband. In giving her this mildly blood-stained cloak, she could also see that he trusted her and saw her too as family.

Tearful and thankful beyond measure, the young couple ventured deep into the woods.

Hopeful for a new start to their family.

A little wordy description and overall unimpressive picture, it works. Did not take as much time as initially thought.