Do Whatever He Asks

"Yes, Father. Of course."

Zukka felt bile building in the back of his throat. The last thing he wanted was to be _alone _with him. He straightened his back and began to head towards his father's study when Kuth grabbed him by his thin, slopped shoulder.

"Ah, Zukka."

His tone was flat and unreadable. What was it...? Zukka was wary but didn't let it show on his face. His father blinked his sharp, yellow eyes at him, narrowing them slightly as he held him in place.

"You have an appointment with the overlord of Keros."

Zukka quirked a brow, but quickly let it fall as he nodded.

"Of course, Father." He knew better than to ask questions. He knew better than to hold the overlord up. Zukka suppressed his giddiness with a neutral expression.

It's finally going to happen...! He turned to walk away.

"Oh, and Zukka?"

"Yes, Fath-?"

Before Zukka can walk away, Father grabs his braid and pulls him back and nearly off his feet.

"Make a fool of me, and you will be sorry. Understood?"

Zukka grits his teeth and nods.

“Understood, sir.”

Zukka holds in a sigh of relief until he reaches the foot of the stairs. Servants duck out of his way as he throws open the doors that led to the snow swept outdoors.