"Elara," he said quietly.
"Who told you about the king and Lunara?"
"I figured it out and confronted him. He didn't even deny it."
"You were not mad at him?"
"I lost control of my tongue that day and stayed away from him for two days. He came back and told me the crisis they were facing."
"What did you do?"
"I told him to stop and he did."
"Okay," he said and they continued silently walking to the king's duty.
"I don't want mother to go," Elara whimpered.
"Don't worry, she is not going anywhere. Unless the king wants her to go."
"Will you talk to him?"
"Yes, privately." He gave a small shrug as he stopped outside the king's duty chamber.
She understood the gesture and walked away.
He entered the chamber and shut the door unhurriedly. His father dropped the pen he was holding, apparently wondering why he closed the door.
"Do you want her to go?"
"No. I don't want her to stay either."
His gaze dropped to the floor, jaw tightening.
