Boundaries
"Only good things, of course."
My own mother reminded him of you, once. Made him say he missed you, all clear and out loud. And I really think he does. I really think he misses you a lot. More than he'll let on. More than I could ever come to miss my own mother. But I also think he feels guilty. He hasn't really told me so, but, it's obvious. It's on his face, in his eyes, in the very creak of his smile. He smiles when he mentions you. Maybe he doesn't know it, but he smiles. Even if the smiles aren't wide enough to reach his ears, or genuine enough to reach his eyes. He smiles when he mentions you. I don't entirely know what happened -- just the gist of it. The gist he told me. But I know it haunts Xerxes. To a degree. I haven't uncovered it all, and I doubt I ever will -- it's up to him, after all -- but there's something there, something very deep. I can see it in his face, hear it in his voice -- and I can hear it in yours. I'm so sorry to be the one to call you. I'm so sorry it's my voice you're hearing, and not your son's. I'm so happy Xerxes let me call you. I'm so happy I can bring your son closer to you. I think you two should take some time alone, once we're at yours. I can be in the background, I can be hidden, stowed away, and you'll have your son again. Your family will be... almost whole. Won't they? You'll be the Queen, and you'll have your Prince. The King is away, but, what if he comes back too? His kingdom will forgive him, I know it. They have to. A royal family like yours deserve a second chance.
"I'm happy to share any information at all, until such a time Xerxes decides to do so, himself."











