Chapter 93: The king’s past I
Ceremus walked down the long corridors that led to his father's chambers. As he made his way there, his eyes briefly glanced at the wall of paintings displayed on the edifices.
The paintings showcased images of his father and mother, standing side by side as equals. The image always caught Ceremus' eyes because its beauty would always captivate him.
His father stood tall and regal, his striking grey eyes shimmering with happiness as he held his wife—Ceremus' mother's hand. They created the perfect pair, sharing the same gentle smile. He stared at the painting longingly.
He hadn't seen his mother in three months now, and his father had been away on a subjugation for the past three weeks. Being away from their company, the young man felt alone, but his smile returned when he heard news of his return.
"Prince Ceremus," an attendant called, breaking him out of his reverie.
He turned around and saw a familiar face he hadn't seen in a while. "Zazel."
The attendant bowed. "Has my father returned at last?" He asked him.
Zazel nodded. "He should enter the gates now." And just as he spoke those words, the sound of a trumpet resounded in the distance, showing the safe return of the king.
The young man's face lit up as he hurried down the steps, eager to see his father.
"Prince Ceremus! Please refrain from running. You could injure yourself!" Zazel called behind him. "Not to mention how undignified it is for a Prince your age to be acting in such a manner." He muttered under his breath.
"I heard that Zazel!" the boy yelled back, causing the attendant to pause in his steps.