"If you want, you can always talk to Father," Cian commented.
"Huh?" It pulled her attention back to her brother, her eyes showing insecurity. She shook her head. "There is no need."
"He is our father. You don't have to be hesitant with him."
Seren looked down, not saying anything.
Cian squeezed the hand he was holding as he spun her around. "What is stopping you from voicing what you want?"
The young queen glanced up, her eyes slightly moist. "I'm…scared…"
"Just do as you feel right. There is nothing to fear. Our father, he will welcome you with open arms. Trust me when I say he cared for you, he always has. Just that he could not show it openly."
"Why? Why could he not?" she asked, her voice cracking.
