A while later, Geoffrey was still sitting on the front steps of the mansion. He was still reflecting on his entire life, which he now viewed as a lie, yet he couldn't deny that he loved the father who had raised him and his older brother. Still, he couldn't escape the reality that the King was his biological father. His face looked utterly bewildered and dazed; he watched the people and carriages passing in front of the mansion with a hollow, empty stare.
Suddenly, the door opened. Geoffrey didn't look back. Then he heard the door close and felt someone sit down beside him. Slowly, Geoffrey turned his head. He saw Ard sitting next to him, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them, sending a white mist of breath into the air. Ard turned to see Geoffrey watching him and smiled. He placed a hand on Geoffrey's shoulder but didn't say a word, as if simply showing that he was there, and whenever Geoffrey wanted to talk, he was ready.
