With Sword Upraised
He stood above the boy, who was shaking. "Hold still."
"Why are you doing this?" The crown had slipped down, and now covered the child's eyes.
The blade glinted dangerously in the emberlight. The visor narrowed his vision to a dim panorama. "Do you know who I am?"
His lower lip quivered. "You are my father."
They scrubbed the armor for days, but could not remove the bloodstains.