A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
When Varian and Isadora returned to Hortus through the space gate, they were exhausted. Hazel fainted long ago and wouldn't seem to wake up until a week.
Watching her taken on stretchers, Isadora snickered. "She's just like a chicken."
"…" Varian didn't even bother to argue against her analogy. Only fools argued with frustrated people, much less frustrated women.
He returned to the palace, took a warm bath and was greeted by Sarah.
Without a word, he carried his wife to bed and hugged her to sleep.
When he groggily opened his eyes a few hours later, his head was resting on the Queen's thigh.
While brushing his hair without thinking about it, Sarah was holding a meeting with the ministers of the Empire.
She was using a mouthpiece that directly transmitted her voice to the channel without disturbing him.
The participants in the meeting could only see her cold and serious face.