A comfortable silence spread everywhere.
Alora was still thinking about what was wrong with this kingdom and its people while Alendro was thinking about his first meeting with his mother.
Flashback:
13 years old Alendro just came back after practicing for hours.
He was huffing and his throat was begging for water.
He quickly washed his hands and face before drinking water from the jug.
Sweat was covering his entire body. Making him look dirty and wet.
One would think that he just took a bath now when the reality was way different than this.
He heard a chuckling sound, the sound seemed too unknown to him.
"You are too kind, my king," an unknown female's voice rang in his ears.
He was sure that it wasn't the queen's voice.
Even his father was laughing.
His father wasn't someone who would laugh with anyone. He knew that his parents would fight more than ever nowadays.
He was a victim of their abuses.
