Smol Cor Leonis doesn’t cry over blood and death, but over basic algebra.
Cor: I am a fuckin’ crownsguard I don’t need no education.
Clarus: shhh baby crownsguard, we bought you a pretty chocobo backpack ❤️
Clarus: Wesk prepared you a lunchbox too!
Cor: fuk off, I’m not wearing that!
Regis: you need to go to school, Cor.
Cor: no.
Regis: DAAAAAAAAD, COR DOESN’T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL.
King Mors: the council and I have agreed that you need education, Leonis.
Cor: b-but...
King Mors: thats an order.
Cor: y-yes Your Majesty...
Regis and Clarus: ayyyeee byeee lil baby! Go break a leg!
Later that day
King Mors: WHAT DID YOU TELL THAT KID?!
Regis: ...go break a leg?
King Mors: he broke 10.
Clarus, whispering from the corner: that’s my baby
King Mors: he’s crying over algebra homework right now, go help him. It’s his punishment from his teacher.
Regis: he... what?!