Here is a short story about Paul Evans, the first in the Tales of Glenhaven miniseries.
The President's Son
The three of them sat around the marble table in the strategy room. It was him, President Evans, and Supreme Commander Peter. The room was filled with an air of discomfort and uncertainty. What was the point of this meeting again? Right, it was another excuse for his father to strut around and flex his authority, no doubt. President Evans had been coming to the Glenhaven Garrison more frequently to visit his son, but they were always unwelcome.
Sitting in front of his superior with his father was embarrassing enough, like a toddler that was being defended for being too stupid to realize the repercussions of his actions like knocking over a glass vase, or whatever boneheaded mistakes children were thought to make. There was no mistake; however, he had deliberately wanted to start a brawl to put that impudent sack of meat called Nicholas Emberson in his place. Unfortunately, he had underestimated his ability and now he and his friends were put on probation.
Of course, his father had to step in. Nothing could put a blemish on the reputation of the Evans family.
"This is unacceptable, Peter! I did not send my son to Glenhaven for him to get treated like a common thug," President Evans said. He was standing now, shaking in frustration. His perfectly pressed suit and award-winning smile that won him the presidency were gone. There was no sign of a politician, only the anger of an overly concerned father.
"Please don't talk about one of my soldiers that way. Nicholas Emberson is a valued asset to our organization," Peter said. He was calm, but there was a twinge of ire in his voice.
"Well, you better have a talk with him. Paul could be running for office one day, and I don't want any some punk to ruin that."
Paul sighed. "Father, please. it was nothing."
"With all due respect, I don't appreciate your tone, Adam. A minor bruise or scratch should be miniscule. In fact, as your previous commander it shouldn't come to surprise that these things happen. What I would like to understand is why you felt the need to come into my Garrison and lecture me on how to teach my soldiers."
President Evans sat back down, his anger subsiding. "I'm sorry Peter, I meant no offense. Ever since those rumors came about I've just been a little on edge. Paul's my only son and I just can't think of what might happen if another uprising occurs."
"The Second Coming was a long time ago, Adam. Your worry is misplaced. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do. I’m sure you can find the way out.” Peter walked out briskly, leaving the father and son alone.
“Was that necessary?” Paul asked. “I’m not made of glass, you know. I am a knight. The last time I checked, I was the son of one as well.”
“Son, I want you to think about coming back home to Hyperion with me.”
"The Evans family is one of the founding fathers of the Garrisons and I will not turn away from my birthright. Just because you believe in diplomacy doesn't mean it's effective. There's nothing any demon can do when I lay down my blade. Our skills are what separate us from the monsters. You forgot that when you decided to run for office."
"That kind of thinking is the reason why you are still just a boy. There’s more to life than war and strife, Paul. Perhaps you can understand that someday. The world needs a leader more than it needs a soldier. If you change your mind, let me know."
With that, President Evans left, leaving Paul alone. "Don’t hold your breath," he muttered.