Sighing as his request was ignored, Micah remained silent as the Princess proceeded with her explanation. He admired for the window briefly, but could not stand to meet the gaze of the glass figure, unable to bear the expectations that loomed over him.<br/><br/>As they reach their study, Micah is surprised he had never noticed before how much everything was dedicated to his father. Afterall, he had sat in this very room many times before, yet never truly saw the great archer presented in the glass. He kept his head low, reluctantly sitting down on the carpet as instructed. He felt like a child. What did the Princess have planned for them, why couldn't she be more direct? Micah hated the waiting. He didn't want to hear anymore, he couldn't. All that was on his mind was to fight whoever was coming and protect his group, nothing else mattered. His eyes wandered to Haley, she was shaking, which made his fist clench and teeth grit. She was not ready to hear about them, she was not ready for that burden and neither was he.<br/>No matter how hard he tried, he would never be his father.