Was it a tragic love story or just a tale of revenge? No matter how Tori looked at it, it was both. On one side, a young, fragile love was broken after betrayal and madness. On the other side, one partner resented the other so much that she asked to be buried in a place where he could never find her, if only to deprive him of the ability to be near her remains.
Tori sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her mother’s hair back as Antonia lay across her bed, tired after angrily crying and cursing Cillian Kelly. To some extent, Antonia blamed Rebecca, but most of the blame fell on Cillian. Tori agreed with her mother, if only because Cillian ignored their warnings and his wife’s concerns, and continued to see his childhood friend, who ended up drugging and manipulating him.
Even if he was a victim, Tori didn’t feel the need to paint him as such or try to find excuses to his behavior. Regardless of how much of the story she understood, she wouldn’t find pity for him, even if he did lose his mind.
There was a small group of Guevera knights stationed at the border not only for security, but to protect and maintain the tomb of Genevieve Alvere. They were to patrol the area every other day, but not follow a set routine, so as not to leave traces in the area. Tori’s mother said she was buried in a simple stone sarcophagus that blended into the stone boulders deep within a cave in the mountains. The knights also kept the sarcophagus free of dirt and debris, as well as made sure no animals settled in the cave.
The cave itself was difficult to find, as it was surrounded by trees and foliage in a dense part of the forest. The entrance was blocked by rocks and to enter, one would have to squeeze through a crack in the stone. The sarcophagus wasn’t carried inside. There was no way for it to fit without breaking through the rocks to make a larger entrance.
It was carved into the stone by several stone workers who were taken from different parts of Sur in secret. They had no idea where they were, and they weren’t allowed to talk at all during the time they carved. They were told it was to hold the body of a mountain bandit after they were hired and brought to an unknown location. Afterwards, they were made to drink a lot of alcohol and returned to their homes with hefty compensation, sworn to secrecy.
This had all been arranged well before Genevieve died. When she did, the plans were already in place to take her out of Sun Garden and bury her in a place where her husband couldn’t find her body.
But after more than a dozen years, Cillian found her.
They would never know how he found her, as when the knights came to check, he was already dead of poison, laying on top of Genevieve’s sarcophagus as if embracing it. There was no telling marker or words carved into the stone to let others know who was buried there. There weren’t even religious markers usually used for graves. In fact, it shouldn’t even have appeared as a sarcophagus in the first place.
Yet, Cillian died there.
Tori was believed he knew whose grave it was, and no one could convince her otherwise.
“They said the poison was green celia mixed with streaked red truffle....” Her mother let out a bitter laugh. “That bastard had a painless death. How dare he have a painless death! Gen writhed in pain, wasting away until death took her, and his death....”
“Mama....” Tori held her mother’s hand to try to offer her comfort.
Antonia closed her eyes tight as tears rimmed her dark lashes. “He was smiling, Tori. He was smiling because he found her. He never should’ve found her. She didn’t want him near her body.”
“Axton will see to it that they won’t be buried near each other,” Tori told her mother. She hadn’t asked Axton yet, but she was sure of that. Her mother had already called Axton to tell him about his father, and once Tori’s father came to get her mother, Tori would call Piers to check on Axton through him.
“He should be buried with that despicable bitch,” Antonia said with gritted teeth. “Let them be together forever after what they did to Gen.”
“I’m sure that’s what Axton’s plan is,” Tori replied, still trying to comfort her mother. “Montan Alvere said he doesn’t care.”
Antonia took a deep breath and was quiet for a moment. “You know what she told me about that boy? She said, ‘his eyes look like his father’s...more than Axton’s do’. You know he never had a trifecta ceremony?”
“What?” Tori drew her head back. “Really? But...he was still Duke Alvere’s son. I would think he would’ve done it for show.”
Antonia let out another bitter laugh. “He’ll put on a show, as long as it doesn't require effort. With no blood or legal ties to him, Gen couldn’t give the boy a ceremony. She couldn’t give him a godmother. Even if she could, they would need to consider his circumstances. ” She was quiet for a bit. Her voice was hoarse. “Do you think I am hateful for abandoning Gen for so long?”
“No,” Tori said with a small shake of her head. “Everyone has a level of tolerance. I know you had your reasons. And what could you have done if she didn’t listen to you?”
Antonia scoffed a bit and opened her eyes. “Sometimes, I wonder if I could’ve changed anything. I used our friendship as a last resort to try to get her to end the engagement....” Her mother choked back a cry. “I was so angry, Tori. I know she felt she had a duty, but why did she pick that bastard over me?”
“Mama....” Tori’s eyes reddened. “Maybe she picked him because she knew he needed her more than you needed her. You had Papa, and Sebby...then Kasey. You had your parents and the Empress. You are stronger than the former duke.”
“Then I should’ve saved her,” Antonia said. “She was like a sister to me. I loved her more than I love Fabiana.” She laughed with tears in her eyes as she shook her head. “I should’ve done more for her.”
“Mama, you guarded her grave,” Tori told her in a soft voice. “You protected her and her son when you could.”
“Monica did most of the work.” Antonia looked up at the bed canopy. “Tori, how is Montan Alvere?”
“He’s quiet, a diligent worker. Particularly good at charms and Old Sulfae, but needs a proper foundation. He wants to support those who are good to him. He looks at Axton with this idolizing gaze.”
“Like Gideon to Piers?”
“Not yet....” Tori cringed. “Do you want to meet him?”
“I’m not sure,” her mother replied. “I am afraid that if he looks too much like Cillian, I will slap him.”
Tori chuckled. “He works for me at Duel. When you called us about his mother, I called the manager and put them on alert, as well as ordered them to keep Montan inside.”
Antonia shifted on the bed to look at her daughter. “You’re protecting him.”
“He’s my employee, so it’s sort of an investment in personnel.”
Antonia smiled and lifted her free hand to cup her daughter’s face. “You are, without a doubt, a Guevera.” Her eyes softened as she met Tori’s.
“Of course, she’s a Guevera. She looks just like me,” her father’s proud voice came from the doorway.
“Papa.” Tori smiled and waved for him to come in. “I was expecting you.”
“She said she was going to tell you and never came back,” Gregorio said with a tired sigh. He looked at his wife on the bed as Tori stood up and gave them some room. “Did you come to cry to our daughter? I’m hurt you didn’t come to me for comfort.”
“I didn’t expect to cry. It just happened,” Antonia replied as she sniffled. She raised her arms. “All right. Take me to rest. It’s late. I’ve bothered our baby long enough.”
“Mama, you’re not a bother.”
“No, no,” Antonia said as Gregorio bent over and put his arms beneath her to pick her up. She seemed weightless in his arms and Tori tried not to smile with amusement. She knew her father was going to carry her mother out and all the way to their room like that. “I know you have things to do.”
Tori chuckled and shook her head. “What things?”
“Your comcry has been glowing on your bedside table for some time now. It’s Piers.” Her mother frowned a bit. “Monica said you talked with him every night, but I didn’t believe her.”
“Every night?” Gregorio asked in a low voice.
“We have important matters to discuss,” Tori said, keeping a straight face. “I need to ask how Axton is doing.”
Antonia seemed to become limper in Gregorio’s arms. “Ask him what Axton’s plans are.”
Tori nodded. “I will.” She saw her parents out and closed the door before going to call Piers. As soon as he answered, she asked about Axton.
Piers hesitated. “We are on our way to collect the bodies.”
Tori knit her brows. “Bodies?” Plural?
“I’m taking my mother back.” Axton’s voice filled her ears. He must’ve been with Piers. “She didn’t want to be buried in Sun Garden, but her tomb in the forest wasn’t supposed to be her permanent resting place. It was just where she wanted to hide while my father was alive.”
Tori found herself nodding as she sat on the edge of her bed. “If she will not be buried in Sun Garden, where will she be buried?”
“Her mother, my grandmother’s ancestral estate, Nassaun House. It’s on the border with Horizon. The estate is being repaired, as it was left uninhabited for a while, but there is an ancestral crypt there,” Axton replied. As if knowing what else she’d ask, he continued. “My father and his mistress will be buried in the cemetery outside the village where they grew up.”
Tori held her breath for a moment. “Does Montan know?”
“I haven’t told him yet,” he said. “Mother will be sent ahead to Nassaun House, but I will see to the burial in the village. I don’t know if he’ll want to come. When I called him, he seemed as if none of this mattered to him.”
“...Everyone grieves differently,” she said in a soft voice. “Axton...how are you?”
She heard him take a deep breath, but he didn’t answer for a while. “I don’t know.”
“That is valid,” she replied without a pause. “Whatever you’re feeling, it’s all right to feel that way.”
She heard a trembling breath and then some choked cries. “I hate that he loved her. I hate that he spent his last moments elated that he found her. Why did he have to love her like a madman? Why?” He wheezed into the comcry. “It would be so much easier to hate him if he didn’t.”
Tori closed her eyes tight and let the tears stream down her face. She wished she could be with them so she could embrace Axton and offer him comfort.
“Piers....” she said in a tight voice after some time.
“...All right.” She heard shuffling and then a confused voice sounded.
“Why are you touching me?”
“I am embracing you.”
“Why?”
“Because Tori is not here.”
“You think your hugs are the same as Tori’s hugs?” Axton scoffed. “Now who’s crazy.”
Tori stared at her comcry. She thought Piers would just pat his shoulder and sit with him. “I will hug you when I see you next,” Tori said. “Piers, I am depending on you to care for him.”
“I will.”
Tori narrowed her eyes. He did not sound very attentive. “Care for him like I would care for Ilyana.” Those were better instructions. She didn’t know what expression Piers was making in silence, but she assumed it was disgust. “Piers.”
“...I will...try.” He ended the call and Tori put her comcry back on the bedside table. She stood up to change into her sleepwear and got ready for bed, but stopped.
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Her eyes settled on the comcry and stared at it for a few moments. She bit her lips and picked up the device once more.
“Call Montan Alvere.” Sonia was right. She did care too much. After a few pulses, a quiet, solemn voice answered.
“My lady?”
“Alvere, how are you feeling?”
“Pardon?”
“I know this is a strange call,” Tori said as she paced beside her bed. She started to question whether she should’ve called him. “But I wanted to ask how you are feeling with...everything?”
He was quiet for a few moments. “I am well.” Tori glared at the comcry, a bit annoyed that was his answer, but didn’t question him.
“All right. If there is anything I can do as your boss, please don’t hesitate to call me. We do have processes for...family...emergencies.” She didn’t want to use ‘death’.
“Thank you, my lady.”
Tori grimaced. “Well, this has been an awkward conversation. Don’t strain yourself. I have some big news on a new addition to Duel when I get back, so we’ll be busy.”
“Yes, my lady.” Tori rolled her eyes and prepared to slide her finger across the crystal to end the call. “My lady, it is not necessary for you to waste your attention and effort on me. It is appreciated, but unnecessary.”
Tori frowned. “Are you talking about the staff keeping an eye on you and the increased security?”
“And calling me.”
“Does it upset you because it is bothersome to have the security measures in place that restrict you or does it upset you that I have expended effort to have them done for you?” Tori asked. There was another pause.
“It is not necessary, my lady.”
“Alvere,” Tori said in a stern voice. “Don’t tell me how to spend my time, my money, or my effort. I am a Guevera and I protect my people, and unfortunately for you, you’ve become one of them. You owe me nothing for this. Nothing at all. So, do not overthink it. Just work without worry. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Listen, Alvere. You can reject my good intentions all you want. I’m annoyed, but I understand. However, do not think you are alone in this world,” Tori told him with a bit of pleading in her voice. “You’d break your brother’s heart if he heard you feel that way.”
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The food crawling group had split into two: Tori took her friends and classmates to try more savory food while Auntie Lucia, who had a sweet tooth, took the children, Eili, and Deidre to try the various pastry and dessert places in Presidio. Their mission was to prepare enough treats and snacks to last them until they arrived in Viclya in roughly ten day’s time.
Tori and her group went to a private rooftop dining area of a personal chef specializing in dishes using imported and non-local ingredients that still had a flair of the city. She was the mother of one of the Guevera knights and a former chef in the Fortress before she retired to look after her grandchildren.
Their final dinner in Presidio would be paella. There were other small dishes served, but the rice dish with shrimp and mussels, all of which were alive before they were cooked, was the main event.
The topic, aside from food and the trip back to Viclya, was the death of Axton’s father.
“It’s...I don’t know how to describe it,” Albert said with a shake of his head. “It’s like something I would read in a book.”
“This is going to cause quite a lot of rumors in Horizon when it gets out,” JP said. “To this day, not everyone has a full understanding of what happened in the past.”
“To be fair, I don’t think anyone really knows what happened. Only those there and involved know the truth,” Tori said as she ate some cured ham wrapped around an olive. “Who knows what secrets the dead have.”
“You make it sound so mysterious.” JP took another piece from one of the appetizer dishes.
Across from him, Ewan picked up his glowing comcry and answered. “What did you find?”
“Uncle Ewan, I found fried crispy bread dusted with sugar. It’s yummy, but Great Aunt says it won’t taste good after a few days because it won’t be crispy anymore,” Fiona’s voice said over the comcry.
“Then go with our backup plan.” Ewan instructed with the seriousness of a knight confirming a mission.
“Okay!” Tori could almost see Fiona saluting the comcry. Then she heard her niece. “Excuse me, but do you sell the raw dough?”
Tori brought a hand down her face. “Ewan, are you having Fifi buy snacks for you?”
Ewan blinked. “It’s not just Fifi. They all are.”
“Ewan....” Henrik gave him a tired look.
“I gave them money!” Ewan said.
Albert looked gutted. “I should’ve given them money to buy snacks....” Tori just stared at them. The children in question came from march families and didn’t lack money.
“Uncle Ewan, how much should I get? Should I also ask for their powdered sugar?” Fiona asked.
“Yes, we can’t have it without powdered sugar. Get enough for two dozen servings-”
“Ask for three dozen, there are a lot of us,” Gideon whispered, leaning forward. “I’ll pay the difference.”
Ewan nodded. “Three dozen servings. Make sure to have the twins put the dough in the cooling box as soon as possible.”
“Understood! I will call you in the next store!” As soon as Fiona ended the call, the comcry lit up again.
“Ewan, we found the good empanadas recommended by Sir Torres,” Aiden said, rushed. “If we freeze them, do you think we can take them out and fry them later?”
Ewan looked at Tori for confirmation. She stared at him for a moment and sighed. “All right, fine.”
“Yes! How many flavors do they have?”
Henrik rubbed his forehead. “Ewan, at least ask if they’ll give you a discount for a bulk order.”
Ewan snapped his finger. “Young Lord, ask about the cost of a bulk order.”
Tori caught the glowing comcry next to her and answered. “Fifi?”
“Auntie! Ask Uncle Ewan if we should buy the dip!”
“Yes, buy the dip!” Several voices came from all around Tori. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Buy the dip and if there are multiple ones, but a little of each,” Tori told her. Fiona sounded energetic as she ended the call. Tori then called Auntie Lucia, who was likely supervising some of the children.
“They told me they were buying it for you and your friends,” Auntie Lucia said at once.
“That’s fine, but can you go to Churreria Velasco and ask for a full sack of their churro mix and the seasonings that go with it? I can make them fresh if I have the churro mix.” If this was going to happen, she might as well do her part.
“I’ll put in another order.”
“You already ordered one?”
“Your Uncle Maurizo loves their churros,” Auntie Lucia told her. “He will take them from the children if they aren’t fast enough.”
Tori’s lips tightened into a line. “Thank you, Auntie....”
“All this talk of sweets is making me want dessert already,” Albert said as his hand went over his stomach. “The main dish hasn’t come out yet.”
“I can smell it, though,” Ilyana said, lifting her head and taking a sniff. As soon as she did it, the others, even Gideon, did so.
When the massive metal pan with the saffron colored contents was brought out by Chef Estrada and her son and placed in the center of the table, all thoughts of desserts vanished. If Tori had her phone, she would take a photo of the dish with the evenly spaced shrimp and mussels decorating the top. By her count, there were enough for each of them to have a few.
“Martin, are you crying?” Fabian looked at Albert with narrowed eyes as next to him, Ewan lifted his hand and patted Albert’s shoulder in a silent show of understanding.
“It’s just so beautiful....” Albert wheezed out.
“You’re reacting as if I don’t feed you,” Tori said with narrowed eyes. Chef Estrada went around and scooped some into each of their plates.
“Tori, do you know how to cook this?” Sonia asked.
Tori shook her head. “Not really...I do like it though-”
“You should learn,” Gideon said as he seemed to try to restrain himself from shoveling the food into his mouth. He must’ve been fighting between the manners drilled into him and the need to ensure he’d get more, as he was also sharing the table with Ewan and Albert. “You should make this for my brother. My mother would like it, too.”
“Chef Estrada, the second prince is praising your dish as worthy of the imperial family,” Tori said. She made sure to stop and smile at the plump woman looking on with smiling eyes. “Thank you for such an amazing dish.”
“No, no, it is an honor to make it for you, my lady. I am pleased that you are enjoying it so much!” She laughed as her cheeks reddened.
“Do you think we can make this at the delta?” Henrik asked. “We’re by the ocean, so we have plenty of seafood and we’ve already secured contracts for rice.”
“Saffron is expensive,” Tori said. “We’d need to buy more.”
“But what if it was a specialty dish that was sold in limited quantities per day,” Henrik suggested.
Tori ate her food carefully, savoring the salty, rich taste and the pleasing textures. “Auntie Lucia said I should open a restaurant in Rois specializing in food from Sur.”
“You should!” Albert said as he helped himself to another scoop on to his plate.
“I am considering it,” Tori said.
“Conner! Don’t you think you’re going too fast?” Gideon said as he looked up from his plate. “Save some for the rest of us!”
“Your Highness, everyone can eat as much as you like,” Chef Estrada said with a proud smile. “There are two more of these pans.”
Gideon’s eyes glazed over for a moment. He quietly put his utensils down and rose from his seat to give the old woman a small nod. “Madam, the hospitality of your city has impressed me greatly. I am pleased to have come to your home to partake in this meal.”
Tori looked at him as if he lost his mind, but didn’t stop him from paying for at least one of the remaining pans so he could hoard it for later. Even Fabian cast him an envious look.
“My lady, shall I continue to prepare the fourth pan to be sent to the Fortress?” Chef Estrada asked.
“Yes, Chef. I told Mama and Papa we were coming here, and they asked me to bring them back one of your dishes. Mama says it’s been so long.”
Chef Estrada raised a hand over her heart and sighed. “I will prepare something special for my lady Marquess.”
She scurried back into the kitchen as the group continued to eat. For dessert, they were treated with flan, one of Tori’s personal favorites from her original world. She savored the smooth, rich, and sweet dessert with small bites. Chef Estrada must’ve noticed, as before they left, she gave Tori more packed in a clay pot and whispered, ‘this is only for you, my lady’.
It put a smile on Tori’s face, and she guarded it against the greedy eyes of the foodies she shared her carriage with. Of course, when she got back to the Fortress, she went to Fiona’s courtyard where the children were eating their dinner and playing, and shared the flan with them.
“Cousin Tori loves me best,” Ava said with a little chef’s kiss.
Tori looked around with a grin. “Where is Fiona?”
“She’s spending time with her chickens since we’re leaving for Viclya tomorrow,” Robert told her with a hint of sadness. He knew how much his sister loved her precious chickens.
Tori took the small plate with Fiona’s share of the flan and went down the path to the back of the courtyard. It was well lit, and she found Fiona seated on a small wooden bench inside the enclosure, petting Nugget, with a sad look on her face.
“Are you going to miss them?” Tori asked with a soft smile.
Fiona let out a distraught sigh. “I won’t see them until we get back at the end of the summer. What if they forget me?”
“Then you can reacquaint yourself with them when you return,” Tori said. Fiona lifted her head and gave Tori a pleading look.
“Can we bring them?”
Tori shook her head. “You know we can’t. The carriage and ship aren’t suitable for chicks. Also, the ship has a resident cat. It won’t be as nice to the chicks as Alexander.”
Fiona pouted, but seemed to understand. “I will miss them.” Perhaps the chickens sensed Fiona’s sadness as all the chicks crowded around her, and Hemmy sat next to Fiona’s bench. Just behind her, on top of the coop, Santiago the rooster looked down. Even Prince Piers had come close.
“They will be well taken care of. You can call to check on them.”
“Auntie....” Fiona looked at her with red eyes and a trembling lip. “Chickens don’t have comcry.”
Tori pursed her lips. I swear to God, this child.... “I meant call your grandpa or Sir Peralta to ask how the chicks are doing. If they’re eating well, if Hemmy started to lay eggs again....”
Fiona looked back at her chickens and continued to pet Nugget. “Nugget be good...Drumstick, Wing, Cutlet, Dumpling, Prince Piers...you listen to your mommy, okay? Don’t wander off. Eat well.”
Tori smiled. She lifted up the plate in her hand. “Speaking of eat-”
“And get fat and delicious.”
Once more, Tori was worried about whether or not her niece understood that she had pets and not raising future meals. Eventually, Kasen appeared and coaxed Fiona out. He had her wash her hands before eating her flan.
Knowing that they had to leave for Tres Arcos in the morning, the group headed off to bed. Tori called Piers once more to check on Axton. Her heart sank at his report.
“He doesn’t want to eat,” Piers said. “We arrived at the burial site. His father’s body was removed, but unsealing the sarcophagus takes time.”
“He may not eat until his mother is taken from the cave,” Tori said. “Piers, at least have him drink something.”
“I will force him.”
“Be gentle. Don’t force water down his throat,” Tori said quickly. “Do you know when the Duchess will be entombed at Nassaun House?”
“It will take three days from here, at least, to get to the village. Axton has readied the graves at the village cemetery. As soon as they are buried, we will go directly to Nassaun House. There will be a few days of preparation there, as Axton wants his mother to have burial rites fitting for her station.”
Tori tried to estimate how long it would take her to get to the Alvere border with the Central Corridor, where the Nassaun House was situated. She’d never been and didn’t know where exactly it was.
“I’m going to come,” Tori said without a hint of hesitation.
“It will take time. You may not make it.”
“I have to make it. I can’t leave Axton alone when he’s burying his mother, Piers. I can’t,” Tori said, shaking her head at the thought. “I want to be there for him.”
Piers took a deep breath. “Come by land. It will be faster to get to Nassaun House by land from Presidio than going down to Tres Arcos, sailing to Viclya, and then another two days carriage travel to get to there.”
Tori furrowed her brows. She did the calculations in her head, and he was right. However, she already planned to join everyone on the ship. Eili and Deidre were escorting Sur Bronce in their ship. Kasen, Auntie Lucia, and Uncle Maurizo were also going by ship, and they were stopping in Mezzaluna for a few days so the Bianccis could visit Uncle Maurizo’s mother.
Tori couldn’t hold them back.
“I’ll talk to my parents tonight. I will call to confirm in the morning.”
“I will be awake,” Piers said. “I will not leave Axton’s side.”
The call ended and Tori walked back out of her room. She went downstairs to look for her parents in either her mother’s office or her father’s. She found her mother in her office and the Marquess looked exhausted.
“Tori? It’s getting late and you have to travel tomorrow,” Antonia said as she rose from her seat. She rounded her desk and approached Tori. Her cool hands cupped Tori’s face gently. “You should sleep.”
“I should tell you to sleep, too,” Tori said. “Mama, I want to talk to you and Papa.”
“Your Papa is doing some late-night drills right now,” Antonia said. She brought Tori to the small leather sofa in her office and had her take a seat. “Is something bothering you?”
“Yes. It’s about Axton.”
Antonia’s brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“Mama, I want to be there when he entombs the Duchess at Nassaun House,” Tori said as she sat up straight. “But traveling by ship will take too long. Even if we didn’t stop in Mezzaluna, I’d still have to travel another two days to get there after arriving in Viclya. I won’t make it.”
Antonia’s eyes seemed to go straight through her soul. “You want to go to Genevieve’s burial?”
“I’m worried about Axton,” Tori said. “Piers...Piers is trying, but he can only do so much, and he may become anxious if Axton becomes too distraught.” Piers had come far, but she still wanted to be there for additional support.
“I see....” Antonia whispered. “When will the burial happen?”
Tori shook her head. “Piers said a few days. Even with the rites for the Duchess taking time, I may miss it if I take a ship back.”
Her mother took a deep breath. “Do you want to go by carriage?”
“Yes. I’ll make it if I take a carriage, but I’d need to borrow one of the march’s...and if I do, I know you’ll make me take an escort.”
“That goes without saying,” her mother said. She took a deep breath and nodded. “All right, I will tell your father and have the preparations made for tomorrow morning. Make sure to tell your friends at breakfast.”
“Do you think they’ll be mad I’m going to Nassaun House?” Tori asked.
Her mother shook her head. “They know what is happening with Axton right now. They understand that you wish to give him your support when he needs it the most.” Antonia cupped Tori’s face. “You will see them soon in Viclya. They can live a few days without you.”
Tori gave her mother a wry smile and nodded. “I suppose so.”
“Then, go back to your room and get some sleep. We will leave at the planned time as the others tomorrow morning.”
Tori stood up and nodded. “Yes....” Her voice trailed off and she looked at her mother. “We?”
“I will be going, too,” Antonia said as she stood up and wore a sad smile. “I should be there to give her a proper rest.”