Dawn did not come with its usual glow over the Forgotten Court, not that King Rowan thought of. Hours passed painfully. He needed updates, answers, and, most importantly, he needed Elias close. But then he knew.
The truth was a bitter pill they had to swallow. He had not slept, not through the nights. He could feel Elias's fear, his little cry for his touch and comfort. The aching was like haunting torment. But then it was not over. No... it had only begun.
Two days had gone by, and Rowan had missed every council meeting and every one of his duties and just stayed indoors. But like always, he could not hide forever.
Slowly, on the third day, he woke up and got ready for court. Laura helped, and as he walked out his door, he stopped. His eyes turned to Blake's post. It was now empty. Laura waited patiently, but time was fast ticking.
"Your Majesty," she called slowly, and Rowan snapped out of his thoughts.
He cleared his throat. "What?" he asked, but Laura just stared down.
