Her eyes sadden to my question and with a heavy sigh, she answers me. "His parents took it... this was the last time we saw them."
"What? Why? What happened?" I ask her breathless. Did they travel to a faraway country or something? I thought they lived separately from Deimos.
"They died. They were killed when Deimos turned ten." She whispers in a sad voice. "That's why we are pretty close, Deimos and I. He lived with us for a while until he was mature enough to move out back here and sit on his throne."
"Oh, I didn't know that." I look deeper into the picture; I wish I was the one to rescue him. Perhaps things would be different between us now.
"I know Deimos doesn't talk much but give him time, he'll come around. Until then if you need anything I am here." She smiles gently
