You don't want a war

Duke Kindle sat beside his son's bed watching over him as he had since the Adventurer's Ball ended. Reaching out he stroked his son's hair whispering to him reassuring words. How soon the one that hurt him would suffer and then die. How vengeance would be his and everything right with the world once again. He talked to his son softly of the horrors that bad Twilight King would suffer, still his son only stared blankly at the ceiling. Reaching for a pitcher of water he frowned as the glass beside it vibrated hard enough to walk across the bedside table. His son's blood shot eyes went wide and his mouth opened in a silent scream before their world ended.