✦ 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒍 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍.

"So...why?"

"Do you think...the gods are punishing us? In some way?"

"It's something a man will never understand, so I don't expect it from you." Sabitha turned slowly. The pain she felt surpassed physical limitations. She was truly exhausted. "But it hurts, and it hurts a lot..."

"I don't want them here. No...not now." Sabitha dodged one of the maids and turned back to face the window. It was a cloudy day. "It's a simple duty. And I can't do it."

"I am really sorry." She allowed herself to be embraced. Sabitha was weak, and her shirt was still stained with blood that was no longer hers. "I...I thought that this time I would succeed."

"I lost...I lost him" She murmured, without turning to face him. Sabitha was crying.

Once again, history repeats itself....

"And he will pay for it at some point in his life.

"So don't treat me like I'm guilty."

"Stop saying that."

"You've always been fighting since I can remember. And yet....you work so well together. "

Nodding as she pulled away from the hug, she was quick to wipe a tear that escaped. "Now make peace with Gryff..."

"And is that correct?"

Guilt sinking in, she remained still just for a moment longer until she was sure to have her emotions under control. "I miss you too. I often wish us to be children again."

"I'll go see her now..." And all suddenly she viewed the world differently. It was hard hearing all of that. A sigh stifled before she stepped in to wrap her arms around him.

"Not with me, but with her husband."

"Growing day by day..." She lowers her gaze with a frown, unable to look at him, see the sadness on his face. "I thought Torrhen to be dead by now. Maybe....there is hope after all. "

".... I had not desired to see him anyway, after what I was told. Is it true, Torrhen is back?"