King George POV
I hear her voice before I see her. “Mother!” Eda’s cry pierces the air, and I turn just in time to see her running toward Meredith, throwing her arms around her. There’s something desperate in the way she clings to her mother, as if this embrace is the only thing holding her together. My heart swells with pride, but there’s also a knot of concern forming in my chest. I know this reunion is more than just a simple visit. There’s much that’s been left unsaid, things we’ve all been avoiding.
As I rise from my seat on the steps of Janus’ temple, I stretch, trying to shake off the tension in my muscles. Janus approaches, two small stones in his hands. He meets my gaze, his voice calm and measured. “George, in my temple rest Johanne, Kol, Elin, Frida, Bennu, Alexander, Celeste,
