Chapter 2.12 | Long Awaited

As the sun rose, signal to a new day, there were gasps and yells all throughout the lodgings of the competition.

Queseon was sitting on his bed smelling Igris’s robe with a broken heart and tears in his eyes.

Prince Murrissey barged into his room with his son and daughter’s robes in his hands and saw the robe in Queseon’s hands. He frowned, then asked, “What is happening?”

Soon Qykerth appeared from the shadows, giving the brothers a fright. He looked at the robes, asking, “Did they… too?”

Queseon nodded his head regretfully, “Yes, he has been planning it for years, and his cousins are no exception. Igris somehow pulled all of this together under my nose.”

Qykerth frowned. He had just met his son, but now he wasn’t even given time to get to know him. “You knew of this and still let him go?”

Queseon nodded his head with a sigh, “He is our son. Didn’t we both go exploring?”

“But he is too young,” he argued.

“Not at all, my dear husband,” Queseon said with a smile.

“What about my childr