Worries and Growth

"You seem stressed." William turned seeing his son walking over with a soft smile. He turned back and looked out to the batch of soldiers training.

"Marcus sent word," William worriedly said as Issac stood next to him.

"If anyone didn't know better, they may think he was your bastard." William chuckled at his son's comment but shook his head.

"There are too many things happening at once. I guess it's my age. Before I wouldn't even hesitate but now I can't help but worry." His voice was bitter as Issac rested a hand on his father's shoulder. 

"It just means you have responsibility father. You don't need me to tell you that." 

"Yeah, you're right." William ran his hand through his hair and laughed. "I can't believe my son is the one comforting me for this."

"Maybe you're going senile." William laughed harder before clearing his throat. Issac coughed aswell to stop himself from laughing. "What did Marcus say?"