~ ETAN ~
"You don't have to worry, Etan," his mother said patiently. She and his father were seated at a small table in their tent. Etan had excused the servants dancing attendance when he came in. His mother thought he was being dramatic. "We already received the message that Sarya is returning to her parents. It's a pity, but we'll speak with them. There shouldn't be any political—"
"That's not why I'm here."
At the solemn tension in his tone, both his parents looked quickly up from their meals, caution in their eyes.
"What is it, son?" his father asked, his tone heavy, but protective. Etan prayed he would continue to feel that way when he heard.
"There's something I didn't tell you. About our time in Zenithra. And events have… caught up with me."
