The six year old boy is holding the hand of his Father. "I love you Pappa" He says, the dying man smile and looks up at the other old man. The gray haired man looks down on the dying man. "Pappa, take care of Dorian for me." He says, begging the old man to be kind. He nods and smiles, he would always listen to his dearest son. The old man puts the boy on the bed and the young Dorian snuggles up to his father. Clinging onto the sick man's collar, "I am frightened pappa." He says in a soft voice. "You are allowed to be frightened my boy." The man says as he looks at the extraordinarily beautiful boy. "I love you my little dorian." He whispers as he kisses his forehead and the last breath leaves his lungs. "I love you too" The boy whispers while a tear spills onto the pillow. "Boy do not cry Dorian." Christopher Devereux, the old man who has been standing there, says while he yanks the poor boy away from the beautiful dead father. "Yes grandpappa." the eyebrows of the old man shoot up. "Yes, sir." The boy corrects himself.