Recognition clouded Emera eyes as he regarded Gwen. "You've grown to be beautiful, I can't believe I am seeing you. Now I know why you look so familiar to me." Emera said with a smile and then looked around him, his smiling, trading place with a frown, "Why am I in the Palace?" he asked and looked down on himself, he saw the bandages on his body and turned a questioning eye on Storm. "Was I injured? I don't remember fighting anyone and not to talk about getting injured."
"Should I throw a parade before you both will get out of the room?" Storm asks the two servants that are still there. Apologizing, they hurriedly left the room and Storm locked the door after them and gave Emera his full attention.
"What do you remember?" He asked.
"I remember nothing," Emera said as his head th
