“Should I leave?” Geraint asks hesitantly from where he stands holding Fenrir. He looks uneasily at Lothair, my father, as he enters the chamber. I feel the distaste emanating from him. These two will never be friends, let alone family.
I recognise that now.
There is too much history between them to be forgiven or forgotten, but I need to have them both at least say what they need to each other — to at least attempt to clear the air and move closer to civility.
“If you feel you must, but I would prefer you to stay — I need you and father to sit down and talk this out.” I answer and move to the table, pulling out a chair for my father and then one for Geraint, taking Fenrir from him and putting him down in his bed. Father sits silently watching as Geraint slowly eases into the chair, b
