Relief never felt so good

Her son would enter her line of vision, stopping several feet away. His once vibrant eyes were dull, his voice void of any emotion. For a moment she simply looked at him. He had changed. Gone was her sweet, bouncing boy that was so full of life. In his place stood someone she didn't recognize. What had happened to him? She would move to approach, her pace slow. He had grown so much, still a boy, but he was stronger, she could see it.

"What are you doing here?" She would look down at her son, questioning him after placing a light kiss on the top of his head. The Monarch would rock back, dropping her haunches to the earth, watching her son carefully. Zaria had thrived since her birth, venturing off on her own. Senka was nowhere to be found. And Sora, he seemed to have deteriorated under his fathers watch. Inwardly she would bristle. She had trusted the man to take of their son and he failed.