Kars.
The name sends a shiver down her spine. She remembers it - he’d been mentioned in passing to her once or twice. A close companion of Queen Elite of the Valley.
It must have been him then. The green-tinged stallion with damaged wings. He must have been the one that killed her. “What happened to him?” She hopes he’s dead. She hopes he suffered.
But that’s not what is most important. Her children, their children, are what’s important.
It saddens her to know that so many of them have left Beqanna behind. But when she really thinks about it, she supposes it shouldn’t surprise her. There had been so much pressure on their children to succeed. Fracta in particular. It makes sense that it would drive them away. She hopes that it’s not too late to make amends.
Her ears perk when he mentions that Aena has a family. Does this mean that she has grandchildren? But she doesn’t interrupt - he’s not done speaking. She wishes he knew more of their children, but she isn’t angry that he doesn’t. She can’t imagine what it’s been like for him. If he had died and she had been the one left behind …
It would have crushed her.
“Oh Lyric …” She swells with pride when he mentions that Lyric had ruled the Dale after her, but that pride is quashed when he reveals the unhappy end. Dead. Her fiery little spotted girl. “Oh …” Her breath hitches and tears threaten at the corners of her eyes. God she’s missed so much.
She manages a tiny smile when he mentions grandchildren, and her mouth drops when he reveals that they are even great grandparents now. Twelve years is such a long time. How will she ever catch up?
She barely hears it when he mentions that Tiphon is ruling now. She remembers the stallion, but barely gives it a second thought. With all the news of her own family, the Dale seems to pale in importance. “Do you know anything of Linnaea?” She won’t blame him if he doesn’t. Her beautiful little girl, born of rape, and thrust through so much turmoil. She had been so broken after realizing Oskar’s betrayal. Lea would be surprised if she had stayed in Beqanna.
“No, it doesn’t matter.” She leans into him even more deeply. “I’m so sorry.”
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