Ergon's Point of View
I can't think of a word to best describe what I am feeling now. It's too surreal for me. Unexplainable.
“Princess Oldra, Ergon is the son of Drav, the king of Dravia. You know him, right?” Adolfo said, and I was just listening.
I wanted to laugh on the way he introduces me to the graves, but it doesn't matter. I'm already grateful that he has a loving father on his side who accepted me right before his eyes. How can I ever repay him?
“Mother, how are you? How have you been? Did father visited you here earlier? I've seen some traces and smelled his scent.”
I keep on standing behind him. Not only that, but I listened to every word he said. He must have missed dearly his mother. I envy him. I don't remember where my mother was buried. Hesa never told me about. And
