After healing the Primarch, Jacob and Xenia left the family to celebrate, he would see the Primarch for a private expression of gratitude in his own time.

Light understood why Jacob would want to leave so he purposed in his mind to thank him properly later on.

"Finally you’re awake darling!" Light’s mother exclaimed with tears in her eyes, but this time the tears weren’t laced in sorrow and pain. They were tears of joy, she had been crying for so long, she had forgotten what happiness felt like.

The two brothers, Jonathan and Randolph were visibly happy to see their father sitting upright and breathing the same air as them again.

Light stared at Yannick for a moment, he didn’t seem too happy, he understood why the man would feel this way, he was already on track to become the new Primarch.

Light watched as his older brother’s expression slowly shifted, from slight disappointment to peace, because even though his title would be lost for the time being. There was no greater joy than a precious life being saved, especially if it belonged to his father.

"Good to have you back, father." Yannick expressed as he went down on one knee by the Primarch’s bedside, expressing his profound respect and reverence.

The Primarch—who hadn’t said a single word since waking up—slowly examined his hands and his legs, seeing that he had grown considerably slender in his time away. A frown appeared on his face but he still said nothing.

After a few minutes of welcoming him back to the land of the living. He finally spoke. "It was like floating in an endless space. Nothingness engulfed me, and for a moment, I feared it would be eternal."

That was the first time Light ever heard his father say more than four words at once. A phenomenon that rattled him easily.

The Primarch slowly turned his gaze to the red-haired young man. His expression immediately turned into one of disdain and disgust. He couldn’t believe that after all these years, the boy would dare show his face back at the Wutherhorn estate like it was nothing.

"You!" The Primarch pointed a finger at Light, causing him to flinch. "You dare show your face back here—" The man suddenly was flung into a flurry of hard coughs. It felt as though his throat was on fire.

"Stop it dear! That is your son, and he is back home for the first time in twelve years. He is the reason you breathe fresh, unfiltered air at this moment. The least you can do is accord him some gratitude." Light’s mother attempted to chastise her husband, but the man was too hardheaded.

"Gratitude?!" He spat on the marble floor. "That boy... is no son of mine! No Wutherhorn runs from his responsibilities!" The Primarch turned his head from Light, refusing to even look at him.

Light had expected this, this was unfortunately his father’s behavior, but he wasn’t a child anymore, he could no longer be pushed around and flogged senseless whenever he disobeyed.

So he took in a deep breath and walked towards his father’s bed, looking at the man very seriously.

"I am your son! Whether you like it or not. If it wasn’t for me—and Jacob—you would have died here! Now I don’t expect you to forgive me instantly for running away. I was a child, and I did a foolish thing, but I will show you..." He said, looking up at the rest of his family that were present. "... I will show all of you, that I deserve a place in this family." Light slammed a fist on the bedside table before storming out of the room.

The Primarch frowned still, unimpressed by the young man’s speech, he was a stubborn old man and his situation could not be helped, Light knew there were only two things that the primarch will respond to.

A forceful display of brilliance—or force. His opportunity would come soon.

"You just wake up and all of a sudden there’s a nuisance." Light’s mother spoke, she never liked it, but she had no choice but to submit to his authority. He grabbed her hand silently and rubbed it, a gesture to show her that he was present.

"Father, there will be a celebration. The entire estate must know that you are healed!" Jonathan suggested, a twinkle in his eye as he proposed the motion.

"Yes! I agree." Randolph concurred, nodding his head.

"Was it truly that boy that healed me?" The Primarch asked his wife, ignoring what his sons had just said.

"It was his friend, by the name of Jacob Ironfell, he returned with Light—" his wife started, gearing to explain how Jacob had arrived at the estate.

"Ironfell?!" The Primarch exclaimed, grinding his teeth. "I haven’t heard that name in a long time. Bring him to me."

The man commanded with a fierce tone that startled the maidens who stood at the door. He might have shrunk in size but he never lost his authority, and tone.

"Not in this state! You will only see Jacob when you have showered and cleaned yourself up." His wife countered his command immediately. In all the vast lands that the Wutherhorns held dear, she was unabashedly the only one who could even attempt such a thing.

The man was silenced at one, quietly agreeing to her command.

"Spread word to everyone, the Primarch is back. There will be a grand feast, a celebration—Wutherhorn style. Send word to the strongest warriors, the fairest maidens, Kings, Queens. The feast will be on the fourth day of the next week. Go now." Yannick charged the fair maiden with long golden hair who stood at the door with this task, she nodded her head and immediately left the room, in a quest to fulfil her master’s commands.

The Primarch was a man of few words, only speaking when he had to, a blessing and a curse depending on perspective. Most people(like Alaric) found him to be a disdainful and overly serious old man, while some others respected him for his quiet nature.

He was in and out of the washroom in less that two hours with help from his wife, and before long, there were extended family members trooping in from all ends, wanting to see the miracle that had been performed on a man they had seemed was a lost cause.

One by one they came, some bearing gifts, some just coming to secure their spots at the feast, but they came regardless. They expressed their congratulations but the man barely said a word.

Some of them brushed it off as him just being out of a long term ailment and wanting some peace, so they didn’t think much of it.

Time went by quickly, the sun was finally setting and by the looks of things, there were no more visitors, now it was time for the main thing. To meet the man who had done the seemingly impossible.

"Bring Jacob Ironfell to me at once!" The Primarch commanded to a maiden who stood at the door.

Jacob and Xenia had returned to their routines seamlessly as though nothing had happened, Xenia had even neglected to ask him how and when he had acquired the cure for the dark plague, because she knew she would only receive a vague response.

There was a soft knock on the door and it was opened to a small woman who stood in the doorway with a maid uniform.

"The Primarch will see you now, my Lord." She said, curtsying.

’Finally."