Falling Rain stood up and walked away a few paces before turning to face the prince. He stood a little distance away, hands on his hips, studying Tarkyn, thinking about the similarities and the differences between Markazon and the prince. After a while, Tarkyn found himself a long stick and began to break bits of the end of it. Falling Rain returned and sat down again.
“Your Highness, I am ashamed of what I have just put you through. You knew, didn’t you, that I would subject you to this and how much it would hurt you? And yet you were willing to endure it for the sake of our woodfolk. Having seen how much you suffered watching Danton, I know I could easily put you through further torment that again you would accept, to gain the information we all need to stay safe.” A little smile played
