The sunset had begun to descend upon the walls. King Yaram returned to his chamber in heavy silence. His steps were slow, weary.
He removed his cloak silently and threw it on the nearby chair. He summoned no one, called for no servants or advisors. All he wanted in that moment was to rest.
He sat on the large couch and began to gaze at the dim light seeping through the high windows. Nothing felt still in his heart; everything was screaming.
Was it all worth it? The journey, the alliance, the words I spoke to Tarel and Elyria?
He closed his eyes, then drew in a deep breath.
Then he heard light footsteps. He didn't open his eyes at first, but he knew her.
Evelyn.
His daughter.
She stood near him without saying a word, perhaps because she noticed a certain heaviness in his features. Then she whispered:
"You're back."
He opened his eyes and looked at her, then smiled faintly, as if a part of his soul had just returned with him.
"Yes... finally."
