[TAMIKO]
"I'm your papa, son. I can feel what you feel. The rage that burns within, I feel it too. So, talk to me. Let me in. I promise I'll listen. Let me be your papa, son," Zaffuto pleaded softly.
He could tell that what he was asking for seemed harder for his son, but he was sitting on the sidelines.
Zaffuto had given Tamiko enough time to sift through his shit and figure out what the fuck he wanted to do with his life. He had been patient even when shit never was promising for his son, but some things had to be paid attention to.
Some lives needed to be sorted and the first on the list was the young prince's and the king would see to it that it was all good for his son.
"I'm fine, papa. However, I must ask you to forgive me in advance for what I am about to do in the next few days. It might not sit well with you as the king, which is why it is best that we talk as papa and son," Tamiko said and he could have sworn he saw an excited glint in his father's eyes.
