I buried my face between my knees, unable to contain the disappointment of being left behind when I had only realised how much he meant to me.
"We still don't know that."
"No, Papa! Why is a King leading? Why can't he be with me right now?! Did he not have his Royal Guards??? Why can't he stay with me?" I was slowly turning hysterical.
It just did not make any sense!!
"It's up to King Wystan's choice to lead -"
"Yes. But would you??!!"
Papa sighed at my verbal attacks.
"He's a Warrior-"
"So??"
"He is born to do this."
"Why? He never asked to be a King!"
"He chose to be a warrior, Farah."
"Yeah?? Then was he also the one leading the country a few generations ago?? His ancestors were all Warrior! The people are Warrior too. Have nobody asked if he wanted otherwise? Must he sacrificed himself?"
Papa let me burst out as I sobbed again that night.
Soft knocks reverberated the room and I could hear Papa permitting entry.
