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and you have made it quite clear to me after our words last night how you feel about him. Therefore, I will offer you this one chance. Your mother and I have been discussing the matter, and we have a proposition for you," Luken looked up and watched his mother smile. She had quite obviously fought his corner on this matter, and quite often had the ability to make her husband come round to her way of thinking. A glimmer of hope appeared in Lukens eyes, as he listened.
"As the boy is an orphan , he should be in the orphanage," not this conversation again he thought. That flicker of hope quickly disappeared, "however, I will allow for you to adopt him as your own. He would be your responsibility, think about it, this is not something about which you can change your mind. If you accept, the boy will be your son, if not he goes to the orphanage as I said." Luken was so shocked; he sat with his mouth gaping open. Adopt; he was surely too young to be a father, more so to a boy he had only known a short time. He was still trying to get his head around the offer but his father continued, "Naturally he would have no claim to the throne. He would not be of royal blood. He would be legally yours, all you have to do is say, and I shall make a decree stating so, his name would be recorded down and registered as your son."
Taylor , who by now had finished eating, sat contently, quietly looking and smiling at the young man beside him. Luken glanced over to the boy, and he knew the answer, no doubt in his mind, "I agree father, and I understand my responsibilities to him." His father looked at him for a while as if trying to judge his reasoning; he appeared almost shocked by Lukens answer and the decisive way in which it had come. It dawned on Luken then, that his father had made the offer as a gesture, probably to appease both him and his mother. Thinking almost certainly, that his son would not even contemplate such a thing as him adopting the boy, how wrong he was. Therefore, with some element of reluctance in his voice, "then as from this day I decree it so, and to you young ..." looking to his wife, "Taylor" she whispered, "ah yes, young Taylor, I welcome you to the family. Just promise me you will not make a habit of this Luken." The prince was so happy at that moment, though the very idea of him having a son had not really sunk in, "Don't worry father I won't." Then quickly thinking, "You realise now father that you and mother are grandparents; well sort of." The queen laughed, "oh so we are, Sethin what does it feel like to be an old Grandfather", to which her husband grimaced, "bloody hell" he muttered, "I had not thought of that."
Luken decided to take Taylor out to the garden, where it was quiet , so he could explain what had just happened at the breakfast table. It was another warm morning, and the two sat together on the lush green grass that was kept neatly trimmed and tidy by the palace gardeners. Luken was not quite certain how to start telling a six year old, he was now his legal father. "Taylor, you know last night you called me father...well how would you like it if I was, you know...well I could never be your real one, but the king has said I can adopt you and that would make you my son and me your father, well sort of." He realised he was babbling and knew that Taylor had no chance of making sense of anything he had just said; he was not even sure himself. The young boy looked at him quizzically, as if actually understanding the General idea, of what had been so badly explained to him, "you will be my Father?" he asked, "forever and ever?" he added. With a big beaming smile from ear to ear Luken nodded, "Yes Taylor forever and ever; that is if you want me to be." The youngster leapt up and wrapped his arms around his new fathers neck, with tears of joy in his big brown eyes, "I would like that" he sniffed.
Luken knew it was not going to be easy, he was after all not yet eighteen years himself , and having a son of
"As the boy is an orphan , he should be in the orphanage," not this conversation again he thought. That flicker of hope quickly disappeared, "however, I will allow for you to adopt him as your own. He would be your responsibility, think about it, this is not something about which you can change your mind. If you accept, the boy will be your son, if not he goes to the orphanage as I said." Luken was so shocked; he sat with his mouth gaping open. Adopt; he was surely too young to be a father, more so to a boy he had only known a short time. He was still trying to get his head around the offer but his father continued, "Naturally he would have no claim to the throne. He would not be of royal blood. He would be legally yours, all you have to do is say, and I shall make a decree stating so, his name would be recorded down and registered as your son."
Taylor , who by now had finished eating, sat contently, quietly looking and smiling at the young man beside him. Luken glanced over to the boy, and he knew the answer, no doubt in his mind, "I agree father, and I understand my responsibilities to him." His father looked at him for a while as if trying to judge his reasoning; he appeared almost shocked by Lukens answer and the decisive way in which it had come. It dawned on Luken then, that his father had made the offer as a gesture, probably to appease both him and his mother. Thinking almost certainly, that his son would not even contemplate such a thing as him adopting the boy, how wrong he was. Therefore, with some element of reluctance in his voice, "then as from this day I decree it so, and to you young ..." looking to his wife, "Taylor" she whispered, "ah yes, young Taylor, I welcome you to the family. Just promise me you will not make a habit of this Luken." The prince was so happy at that moment, though the very idea of him having a son had not really sunk in, "Don't worry father I won't." Then quickly thinking, "You realise now father that you and mother are grandparents; well sort of." The queen laughed, "oh so we are, Sethin what does it feel like to be an old Grandfather", to which her husband grimaced, "bloody hell" he muttered, "I had not thought of that."
Luken decided to take Taylor out to the garden, where it was quiet , so he could explain what had just happened at the breakfast table. It was another warm morning, and the two sat together on the lush green grass that was kept neatly trimmed and tidy by the palace gardeners. Luken was not quite certain how to start telling a six year old, he was now his legal father. "Taylor, you know last night you called me father...well how would you like it if I was, you know...well I could never be your real one, but the king has said I can adopt you and that would make you my son and me your father, well sort of." He realised he was babbling and knew that Taylor had no chance of making sense of anything he had just said; he was not even sure himself. The young boy looked at him quizzically, as if actually understanding the General idea, of what had been so badly explained to him, "you will be my Father?" he asked, "forever and ever?" he added. With a big beaming smile from ear to ear Luken nodded, "Yes Taylor forever and ever; that is if you want me to be." The youngster leapt up and wrapped his arms around his new fathers neck, with tears of joy in his big brown eyes, "I would like that" he sniffed.
Luken knew it was not going to be easy, he was after all not yet eighteen years himself , and having a son of
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