Alex watched the evening get darker and darker as the light in the sky faded by the second. He could feel that the prince's sadness even from where he sat on the sand.
He turned around to find his solemn look staring into the horizon.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Prince," Alex said from the side. "I can't say how one feels when losing his mother, but I did lose my master early on. Her death had been sudden and unexpected, and it tore me for quite some time."
"Your master?" the Crown Prince asked.
"It was… a long time ago," Alex said. "She was my master for just about a year, and… even with just a year, she became someone close to me, and then I lost her. That was over 50? No, 60 years ago now."
"60?" the Crown Prince thought for a moment. "That was around the time I lost my mother too."
