“I think you should return to our realm; this is going to take longer than expected. Please deliver this to Your Queen for me.” Cladd handed Brock a sealed envelope.
“Yes, Your Majesty. Without delay.” Brock bowed and headed for the gaits of palace to make his way back home. He only had a few hours that the portal would be open, and he was going to need every minute.
Cladd sat on the edge of his mother’s bed and rested his face in his hands. He was worried about her, he gelt so guilty that he had stayed away this long. She was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked over at her and smiled to himself remembering how she used to be, so full of life and wonder. He took her frail cold hand in his and got down on his knees next to her bed hold her hand with both hand
