“And why did you continue to wear it?” Marcon leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
Iellieth sighed and returned her gaze to the diamond-studded sapphire of the night sky. “It made me feel closer to him. In the back of my mind, I hoped that if I wore it, and he saw me, he would know that I was his daughter.” How many elves had she studied at these events, desperate for a sign of recognition?
“But he never came to any events where you saw him?”
She shook her head and met his eyes.
Marcon smiled sadly, understanding. “He doesn’t know about you, does he?”
No one had ever asked her so directly before. “I don’t think so,” she whispered. It was a question that had often burned in her heart. “Why do you ask?” She tried to keep her voice even.
Marcon’s expression was gentle as h
