What's the deal with this kid? Sure, I saved his life, but that shouldn't mean anything. If anything, it should mean that he's a pathetic weakling who can't save his own skin. I had to learn the hard way what that feels like.  Varian leads me down the halls. I could easily yank off of him, but... there's something about this kid. He opens the door.

"Ah Hector, you made it!" Quirin stands up.

Wow. I can't believe it. I look around. There were streamers sadly hung up. There were these polished... antiques that looked like goblin's barf, which I actually have seen. This dining room looks sad. It looks abandoned.  

"Your highness." I brush myself off.

"Glad you can make it." Horace smiles.

"The feeling's not mutual Horace." I say.

"Haha. Still calling me Horace." Horace slums.

Quirin stands up.

"I didn't realize this was so... public." I look at him.

"It's just the five of us. We all want to say thank you." Rapunzel smiles.

"Thank you? For what?" I ask.

"For saving my son's life!" Quirin puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Why do you act like it's such a big deal?" I ask.

"He's my son Hector. Do you realize how honorable that is?" Quirin asks.

My son. Those words hit like an ice-cold wave. I grit my teeth. I clench my fists.

"Guess I don't." I turn from him.