His Repentance, Her Happiness.

Elvis did not hide his shock. Even though he had known the possibility of Tobias kneeling in front of him was extremely low, he hadn’t expected the man to actually do it. For a few seconds, Elvis stared at him, unable to believe that the man kneeling in front of him was actually the same man he had met and talked about a month ago when Amara had gotten poisoned. Tobias, then, he had sounded and looked nothing short of an arrogant and entitled Lad, one who had a lot of things to say and one who thought of no one but himself. Now, however, Tobias was completely different, and it was obvious in the way he bowed his head, the way he spoke and the way his eyes held nothing but sincerity. It was obvious he had changed, perhaps drastically and the biggest proof was the fact that he had knelt down and was literally begging him for approval. “Grandfather,” Amara began, but was cut off the very second Elvis raised a hand. “So you know how to kneel and how to beg,” Elvis looked at Tobias, studyin