Back at Sureva Estate, Luenor sobbed in his chamber. His mother, Rhea, and sister, Hera, tried their best to console him.
Then, Arhenius entered. The room fell silent.
"It wasn't your fault," Arhenius said gently. "Men don't cry over things like this."
"But it was my fault the King turned against you... and everyone hates us now."
Arhenius smiled and scooped his son into his arms. "You're still a child. Cry if you choose. Remember, to be born a Sureva means you have weight that others can never understand."
To take his mind off of things, Arhenius decided to take Luenor to the Training Grounds. One of the Duke's own armies was training under Hunter Gardan, a Seven Star Warrior.
When they arrived, the soldiers knelt. "WE GREET THE DUKE AND HIS SON, THE FUTURE LORD!"
Luenor flinched at the volume. "So loud..."
Arhenius laughed, "You'll get used to it. Look at them. These soldiers represent my home, my family. One day, you will lead them."
Hunter raised an eyebrow, "Isn't he a bit young?"
"His birthday present," Arhenius explained.
A while later, during lunch, Luenor refused to eat the gourmet meal Eamon the butler had brought to him. He sat down to eat from the same plate as the soldiers.
"Uncle, give me some of your sweets," he asked Hunter.
The word "uncle" stunned Hunter, and one by one, more knights placed their sweets on Luenor's plate, touched by the humility of the young Lord.
Eamon stood in disbelief. "We rule only because they allow us to. Without them, we are nothing," Luenor said.
Hunter whispered to Arhenius as he watched the boy, "He may not be you. But he may be someone better."