Richmond rode in to his castle, his horse was tired, and so was he. He'd definitely aged a little over the past year. He'd even had to sneak into an enemy's castle and kill their King. Then, he fought the war he started, and ended up winning. His cloak was broad, and he had on all black.
His horse's armor was taken off by him, himself. And he seemed dark, and dull. Exactly his father. Each step he took, there was a sound of darkness in his hollow footsteps. "Arrange the carriage." He ordered, and he went to get inside, when he heard the all too familiar, "Daddy!" He stopped, and smiled.
"Why, haven't you grown?" He chuckled, and kneeled down, hugging the boy, who had his arms around his neck.