And so, it led to the situation that Miranda had rushed to.
Kyrios stood by the window, struggling to rein in his raging fury at the behest of his Lord. Even when he felt her presence enter the room, he did not move—for he dared not set his eyes upon her, fearing what he might do in a fit of impulsive rage.
So he cooled his wrath, staring out the window, thinking more of his Lord than of the reckless thoughts that could consume him. He never once looked at his sons, who sat happily in the lap of his Lord. Though he had come to accept them as seeds of his bloodline, it did not lessen the fact that they were a stain upon his honour as a man. They were the result of something he would rather forget, and so he refused to lay eyes upon them.
It helped that they, too, were occupied by his Lord, for they would have seen the hatred in their father's gaze, and he would rather not begin their delicate relationship on such a foundation.
"You see, Mother? I told you that Father is awake."
