Summary: Last Words
When Arsthat is on her dying breath, her beloved son was on her side. What will she say to the Prince, despite of his actions?
"Mother!"
Freyjadour stormed in to the Audience Chamber. The 16 years old Prince agapes when found his mother lying on the ground. "Mother!" He yelled and approaches his mother. "….? Frey…? What are you doing here…?" Arsthat slowly began to speak. "It's dangerous…Get out from here…" The Prince kneeled down near his dying mother, trying to hold his tears apart. He could see a sword has been thrust and pulled back; left a major wound on his mother's back. "Freyjadour Falenas, the older brother of the heir of the throne…Come closer." Frey nodded as he came closer. Her hand arise and her son hold her hand.
"My time is near…" Arsthat slowly began to speak, as she could see a tear in her son's eye corner. "I've committed suicide to kill Ferid…Your father…" She sighed, wandering why she should take the tactician, Lucretia Merces advice to bear the Sun Rune herself, as her mind is corrupted with unbearable Sun Rune's power. In her dying breathe, she realized that the punishment of Lordlake was a mistake, and she could not redo it, and she only could lean it on her son's shoulder. "I've never say this directly to you…But…" Arsthat holds her son's hand tighter as her blue water eyes start to lose its shine. "…." Freyjadour feels a complete silence around Audience Chamber as he could hear that his mother's heart beats slower and slower, as life has been taken from her. "The Sun Rune told me…That you would face many difficulties…As you'll uncover the truth behind the Dawn Rune…" The white haired prince remains silent as the queen speak. "But…No matter how much difficulty you'll face…I'll be always cheering you on…" Arsthat release her hand from her son's hold and put both of her hand on the prince's cheek and take them down, as well with his head. "May the blessing of Feitas River…Will be always with you…And Lymselia…."She whispers gently to his hear. Frey's white and long hair starts to blur, in her last strength, Arsthat rising her head and kisses Frey's cheek. Freyjadour cannot longer hold his tear and start crying. The 16 years old boy starts to yelled, in his anger to Godwins, and sadness upon despair of his mother's death.
"I love…And proud of you…Son…"
Last Words: When a mother reveals her true feelings to her son.