Mumma please

There was that, a worry that sat in his heart still. She was his Queen, and he pushed her to be stronger… but she was not a born fighter. It would never come naturally to her. Already, their son who was barely more than 6 months old had beaten her in a fight. It was a hard reminder of where her strengths lay. “You are clever, and kind, and your knowledge far outstrips my own. Your strength doesn't lie in battle. I know your mind doesn't work like Citadels, and you didn’t foresee this, but he is a fighter. You pushed him into a corner and he lashed out. It’s something you're going to have to remember. We are not the perfect whole, we are compliments of each other. When it comes to strength, you need to find a means to delay.” But that only helped the future, it didn’t solve the now.

“I don’t know what the boy’s going to do next, he’s stubborn. I’m glad Iskandor went with him. He’s far more level headed than his brother. Perhaps if we could get a message to him, he could help guide the boy somewhere… The Hallows, perhaps. They would keep him safe until he’s ready to come home.”

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