Regis turned to an attendant that had followed the two fathers, green eyes alight in anger. Once Noctis has calmed down will he receive his own scolding, but for now there would be inquiries as to who had attacked his son. "Check him. If he yet lives, give him an elixir and wolfsbane draught before tossing him into the dungeons."
"R-right away, Your Majesty." The attendant bowed deeply, before moving to do as ordered. Yet Regis did not wait to see what became of the man. Turning on his heel, he left the gardens. Clarus and Gladiolus were free to follow, yet his sole intent was to ensure his son and only heir was taken care of and not infected by their blessing and curse as well. Pulling out a vial, he held it out to his son to drink. "It will taste horrible, but it will keep you from getting sick, my son." He said as he loosened his grip enough to allow him to drink the draught. "Hold your nose. It helps."
Noctis did not hesitate to do so, holding his nose closed as his dad helped him to drink it. He still gagged a little, but it did indeed go down. With a slight sigh of relief, the doting father mask waned. "What were you thinking, Noct? You could have been-"
"I-I'm sorry." Noctis buried his face in his dad's shoulder, his own shaking. "It was my fault. I forgot the moon phases and wanted some fresh air..."
Regis paused, looking over his shoulder to see if father and son wolves were following or not. He would need to have a word with Clarus in the morning, but for now, he gently patted his son's messy and blood-soaked hair.
"Shh, I am not mad at you, my dearest son."
"'M your only son."
Regis chuckled. "That you are, Noct." Though that did not stop him from giving the boy in his arms a cross look. "But you need to understand that the rules regarding the gardens are in place for the protection of all in the palace grounds. Even you are not exempt from them."
"Mm-hm..." Noctis buried his face into his father's neck, "But I remembered what you taught me. We were playing when I heard-"
"You can tell me in the morning. Bath, and then sleep so that draught can do it's job."
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"R-right away, Your Majesty." The attendant bowed deeply, before moving to do as ordered. Yet Regis did not wait to see what became of the man. Turning on his heel, he left the gardens. Clarus and Gladiolus were free to follow, yet his sole intent was to ensure his son and only heir was taken care of and not infected by their blessing and curse as well. Pulling out a vial, he held it out to his son to drink. "It will taste horrible, but it will keep you from getting sick, my son." He said as he loosened his grip enough to allow him to drink the draught. "Hold your nose. It helps."
Noctis did not hesitate to do so, holding his nose closed as his dad helped him to drink it. He still gagged a little, but it did indeed go down. With a slight sigh of relief, the doting father mask waned. "What were you thinking, Noct? You could have been-"
"I-I'm sorry." Noctis buried his face in his dad's shoulder, his own shaking. "It was my fault. I forgot the moon phases and wanted some fresh air..."
Regis paused, looking over his shoulder to see if father and son wolves were following or not. He would need to have a word with Clarus in the morning, but for now, he gently patted his son's messy and blood-soaked hair.
"Shh, I am not mad at you, my dearest son."
"'M your only son."
Regis chuckled. "That you are, Noct." Though that did not stop him from giving the boy in his arms a cross look. "But you need to understand that the rules regarding the gardens are in place for the protection of all in the palace grounds. Even you are not exempt from them."
"Mm-hm..." Noctis buried his face into his father's neck, "But I remembered what you taught me. We were playing when I heard-"
"You can tell me in the morning. Bath, and then sleep so that draught can do it's job."
"Yes, daddy..."