“You did not suspect that Father would call me home?” Nyfain asked guardedly. She took a deep, steadying breath and locked eyes with him. It looked as though it took a lot of effort. “Yes, I did suspect the mad king would come up with a lie to cover my disappearance. He did it often with his subjects, staff, court, and army.
And yet you took your sweet precious time trying to reach out to him? You could have just told him you’d left his father and not mentioned being beaten to near death! That would have allowed time to heal because he wouldn’t have urgently tried to reach you. He would have came, but there wouldn’t be a need for haste.
