35 Barin
Queen Alessia has called for Barin twice now, for dinner and breakfast, but he didn’t go. He hasn’t eaten. Instead, he sits on his cot, thinking of what he should do next. Staying here was an option, but he needed to get out too. She had said they wanted to send him to Hollens.
“You still moping out here?”
“I am not moping, Enre. I am trying to prove a point.” He sits up and pulls out the picture. “You know, I put her on such a high pedestal. I thought she was perfect. Compared to my father, she seemed to be.”
Enre sits down beside him. “I mean, you can still put her on a pedestal. But maybe just don’t make it so high.”
Barin scowls. “Look, I-”
“I get it, I do,” Enre says, putting a hand up. “You were going through a rough time and needed something to focus on. So you chos
