I was taken back to my family's estate. We got into some understandably heated arguments, but they ended differently than I'd imagined they would. He wouldn't let me leave for months, keeping me locked away from the world like some shameful secret. I was getting by well enough, it being my home. I could keep myself entertained between denying pleas that I get over it and marry another girl, but he wouldn't listen to me. He couldn't take it.

[By voice hints of iron, but Dorian's is unsteady. He's told this story before, he's gotten past it. It isn't as hard as it was before, but it's less easier than he imagined.]

He tried to... change me. He was going to a blood ritual, alter my mind and make me more agreeable, acceptable. I found out. I told him I was his son, he said I was no son of his. It wasn't hard to leave, after all that.