Draven
I heaved a deep sigh and rubbed my hands together as I walked into my parents' building. It had been a long time since I last visited them there.
The previous visit was when my father suddenly fell ill five years ago. The cause of his illness remained unknown, but according to the royal physician, he had lost his strength and eventually became paralyzed.
"Mother, Father," I greeted them cheerfully as I entered the room. My mother was lying on her bed with her arms folded, observing my arrival.
"I heard she's back." Those were my father's first words to me in weeks. He faced the window, seemingly lost in thought. Even though it was dark outside, I wondered what had captured his attention.
"Yes," I replied simply.
