[One Month Later]
"Are you still going to lie to me?" Simon's voice echoed through the halls of Falkrona Mansion in the Dorian Capital, filled with anger and frustration.
"What are you talking about, Simon?" Thomen Falkrona replied, his eyes fixed on the paper he was writing on with his quill.
"What am I talking about?" Simon repeated, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Ever since we left that dungeon, I've been asking you about my parents, and you still haven't given me a straight answer!"
"And you still haven't answered my question, Simon," Thomen responded, continuing to write without looking up. "I asked you one thing: What did you see in there?"
"...I met Uncle Conrad."
Simon had hesitated to speak about it for the past month, but now he couldn't hold back any longer.
"...," Thomen's quill halted on the paper, and he finally raised his gaze. "What did you say?" His tone shifted abruptly.
