Heart-to-heart: Mother to mother (part 1)

Unlike Destan where the capital was always buzzing with activity, Lanark's summer nights were usually calm with the sound of crickets or the occasional rustling leaves in the warm breeze. But tonight was different. A different kind of rustle interrupted the peace – it was coming from the mana gate in House von Conradie where His Highness was about to welcome an unexpected yet very important visitor.

Noctavian de Lanark stood by the gate with a dozen of his knights. His uncle, Arkin von Conradie, was closest to him.

"Your Highness, I can handle this. Why not go get some sleep while you still can?" 

The Crown Prince held back a laugh and raised an eyebrow, "…Thanks, Uncle. Shouldn't you head to your chambers where your bride is waiting?"