He took a moment to savor the memories of Stone’s sister, Styne. The boat has already left the shore. “The two in front of Stone and Grinn are Voitra and Roje. I hope you know Voitra.” Shimiyil waited for the prince to reply.
“No, I don’t remember. But, his face seemed familiar.” Nakhapadman looked at his face, carefully trying to recognize the face. Voitra, on seeing that the prince’s eyes were on him, lowered his head in respect.
“Voitra is the son of Calsux, the prime king’s guard. You saw him when he was very young.”
“I should have recognized him. We used to play together when we were children. I am sure you will remember those days. We were so happy and carefree.” Nakhapadman was immersed in the thoughts of childhood.
“We all grow up, kushara. Some faces we remember and some we do
