"What of Talis, did you see him?" The general asked as his wife buried her face in her husband's chest.
"Talis' life does not rest on the whims of the Shadow king, or her Ladyship of Death. Another has touched your son's life so deeply neither of them have any say in his life. I'm sorry, General, My Lady, I do not know if he shall wake or slumber for eternity." Kendrick replied carefully. No one needed to know the truth as of yet. Not till she chose to leave the concept of 'Mortal' behind.
"Who? What God or Goddess should we ask?" The General's wife asked her eyes filled with desperation even though her voice was controlled. Her word choice was ask, but by her eyes he knew in truth it should have been beg. This Nobel woman was not above begging the Gods for their assistance.
"She is a budding Demi Goddess. Your son's life will have to speak for himself. The Voice of Fate will decide your son's life or death depending on his heart and hers. No other." Kendeick replied without hesitation. His aunt had referred to Kyera as such, so he saw no issue saying these things. None of it was a lie and that title was one he suspected his sister would wear with pride.
"I see… may… may we see him?" The General asked taking his wife in one arm, wrapping her against his body for comfort. The sinking feeling of helplessness was overwhelming for the pair. This was the second time they could do nothing when one of their son's life was threatened by another.
"Of course, hes resting under Shaman Half Eye's care currently. Princessa Kyera was tending him earlier." Kendrick replied with a reassuring smile. "Once I have these Knights handled I will take you there." He turned to the knights to find another had joined them.
Lazren stood at his side, having joined him moments before. "I will handle them. They are the guard increase for Lady Kyera and the children, Sir." Lazren explained and nodded at him.
"Knight Lazren, I have the package the Princess asked for as well." A young bear shifter offered a package to him. It was wrapped in brown cloth, tied with twine made from flax fibers. Lazren took it and looked at Kendrick as if asking if he knew what it was. Kendrick took the package, it was soft and a little heavy. Probably clothing by the way it flexed in the bag.
"I will take it to her. Please, distribute the Knight Guard. I will tend our General and his Lady wife." Kendrick passed off the Knight duties without a second thought. He didn't wear the uniform anymore. Their prince died the night his brothers passed and left Kyera alone to shoulder the burden of Princess. He would only take that title off her if she asked. She had earned their respect, their loyalty and worked hard for it. He would never try to belittle that by stepping in her way.
"As you wish." Lazren replied with a partial bow before leading the men away to discuss their assignments, leaving Daxin and the General couple with Kendrick.
"Come along. I will take you to the treatment room." Kendrick led the three inside. The gentle sound of singing made Kendrick groan. Internally, he was having a fit while externally he was itching to grab some rope.
Inside the treatment room, sitting beside the bed silver hair washed, brushed, impeccably put together was Kyera, dressed for the day. It was clear she hadn't slept and yet there she sat. Her voice weaving magic in the air as she passed her hand over the boy's brow. A small pang of sadness passed through him at how much like an older sister his baby sister acted. It was so natural for her, he almost wondered where she learned it.