Sunset burned in a mixture of hazy oranges, pinks, and purples. The Prince paused for a moment to admire the way the sun transformed the boring static blue of the day into an array of magic at dusk. He would never admit it to anyone, but he loved to stare into the horizon as the sun disappeared to the other side of this planet and then gaze up into the heavens as the silvery dots began to fill the dark sky. If he was the kind of father that he dreamed himself being he would bring his young son out to sit with him on clear nights like this and tell him about the constellations. He would pass down the stories that he had heard and drunk in growing up, and his son would smile and do the same. He was not that man; however, he had never learned how to be. Instead, his affection for his son manifested itself in long hours of training and harsh words. He could not recall ever telling the boy that had the same eyes of his mother that he loved him or even that he was proud of him. The small child knew it, somehow. His blue eyes could sense what was deep in his father's black ones. He could hear the mother of his child call to him from the doorway, dinner was ready, but the Prince pretended to ignore her. He, for once, was not hungry for food, he was hungry for the chirping of the crickets, the cooling of the air, the humming of the lights coming on by the road, the darkening sky, and he looked about a little disappointed when he couldn't find was he was longed for the most, his son.

The door had closed quietly, his woman leaving him to his thoughts. He smiled a little, glad that she understood him enough. He felt the wind brush through his hair and a slight chill come on. He sensed it then, the small power level of his son. The boy was suppressing it, the man noticed, but it approached him nonetheless. He could feel the boy standing right next to him. He knew that his son would be looking up at him with those massive aqua eyes, then up to the stars, and then back to him. Finally, the child could keep silent no long and sighed. The Prince smiled, but his son did not see it in the dark.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

The boy's father did not answer him for a moment then, in a flash, he lifted the child into his arms. His son laughed and then nuzzled his face into his father's neck. The Prince stiffened for a fraction of a second then relaxed, happy his son loved him despite all of his flaws. The little boy inched himself up so his face was next to his father's their cheeks touching,

"Daddy, what are you doing?" He asked again, his desire to know slipping into his voice.

The man sat down on the grass and cradled the little boy in his arms thinking about the miracle he held. He had never wanted children, he was terrified of them hating him as he hated his own father, but his son took his fear away. His son did not hate him, this toddler loved and trusted him. He was floored by the idea of it, absolutely blown away. He boy stared up into his father's face, his patience quickly vanishing.

"Daddy."

"Son, look up at the sky," The boy did as he was instructed; "You see those stars, boy?"

The little boy nodded.

"Do you want me to tell you about them?"

The child's face broke into the biggest smile his father had ever witnessed him wearing, "Will you really tell me about them, Daddy?"

"Of Course I will, Boy. Starting with the story of planet of your ancestors…"

The child looked up into the sky, his eyes wide, interrupting his father, "I love you, Daddy!" He leaped up hugging his father's neck overjoyed.

The Prince returned the embrace, but only slightly, and whispered where the child could not even hear, "I love you too, Son," then directed his son back to his stories of the stars.