Rhydian;
I let out another breath as I stare at the door standing between my Father and me.
He's in there. I know he is. I can sense him, feel him, hear him… even though I can't smell him.
He's hidden himself from me and the rest of the world since the night of the attack. His movement has been simple.
From the throne room to his bedroom, and back. Always with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Nothing more. Nothing less. He hasn't spoken to anyone in days. He hardly eats, and he's just… rotting away in his sorrow.
I'm exhausted, sleep-deprived, and just… tired. Koda and I long gave up the comfort of our rooms. We had to give the ground floor of the castle to the people. Some of them sleep in the halls and corridors, the only place that's off limits is the wing where Father and Queen Cassia are.
Koda and I now share a hut in the village, and everything is just a mess.
