Magdaline sat in her room sipping on her cold cup of coffee. She looked relaxed and happy with nothing to worry about. A series of knocks cake from the door.
She knew who it was before she could see them. Her son had a special way of knocking on the day. She cheerfully urged him to walk inside, placing away the cup.
Mika walked on with a smile on his face. The way his gaze lit up in delight, no one would guess the type of war going on in his head.
He sat on the bed giving his mother the ritual hug they had been sharing for years. His heart was breaking as he noticed the sincere smile on his mother's face.
It was the same smile he had been seeing all his life. Yet it was only now that he noticed how practised and fake it was.
His heart clenched at the sadness that was threatening to engulf him. " Hello, mother. It's been a while since we last had a good chat. How is the palace duty taking you? It must be hard considering how big the scope is."
