Sixty

“What am I hearing?” I snapped as the man tried to stand, when I saw his face, I realized that he was Isolde’s father.

“Yama…” He started crying as the people who were holding him, let go of him and with his loud sobbing as the only sound filling the room, he crawled to me.

“My daughter. Gone.” He added. 

I raised my head to look at my queen who had tears in her eyes even though her expression was pinched as if she was angry. 

“What happened?” I asked the man who cried as he narrated everything to me, after he did, I was silent as my rage grew, this was getting out of hand and certainly a huge blow to the empire at large. A whole legion dying like that. 

“See to his needs.” Gwenn ordered and then she took my hand and led me to the throne where she forced me to sit down. Me sitting down just made it more pronounced, the weight on my shoulders.