TKC 316
The door to my ‘chamber’ opens once more. I expect either
Moravin or the soldier to enter and prepare myself to offer disdain. How dare
they enter my space uninvited? I will do this to take attention away from the
fact that I am standing when they expect me to be bedridden and possibly
asleep.
Why do I feel the need to defend my actions?
The question sears into me, as does the answer. My life is
in danger. There are plans in motion to take my throne. Moravin is a traitor. Is
Lorn one too? I think he may be.
Neither Moravin nor the soldier enters, however.
I straighten when I see Lorn. Our gazes meet. Before I am
able to call him out to answer my suspicions, I notice he is not alone and it
is not Moravin darkening the doorway behind him.
“Iniri?”
My beloved daughter enters, regal and beautiful as ever, her
face awash with tears and the sweetest smile greets me after so long an
absence. Not even the severe uniform she wears is able to detract from her
presence.
“Father,” she whispers and strides forward, dark hair
swinging. Her incredible eyes are beacons that serve to light the long dark I have
endured without her in my life.
I lose strength in my legs then, but she is already with me
and she embraces me, holding me up, pulling me close. I am blessed indeed. My arms
enfold her and I am renewed.
“Father.”
I hear my son’s voice, and it is glorious music. How I have
missed him. How I have wished to see him again. I am not a king in these moments
of reunion; I am a father and I am not ashamed that I am crying and laughing
simultaneously.
“Enris,” I say and make space to take him into my arms as
well.
We form a triangle of love and never have I been as happy.
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