Eon watched as the crown she once wore was laid on his son's head. He clapped with the others, but a weight still bore down on his shoulders. He had spent the last fifteen years training and raising his son. Sleeping alone in a huge bed. Trying to hide the sorrow on his face each day. Trying to appear as if his heart wasn't ripped out of his chest.
As the people moved to the ballroom to enjoy the festivities of a newly crowned King, Eon moved to a side room where Sylph was waiting. "There you are." Sylph said as Eon closed the door behind him. "Are you not going to stay for just one more night?" Sadness leaking into his expression.
Eon wrapped up his son in a huge hug. "I must go help your mother now. It will be lonely and I am sorry I have to leave you now. My place has always been at your mother's side." Looking into his son's eyes, Eon handed him a gift. "These were your mother's journals. I have also included our family magic book."
