The thought of Styx's visit was what occupied Zeidan’s mind as he lay there on the mushy bed while Luana massaged his back. He remembered the decree he signed to protect Lyne. He had failed Lyne. He had failed her unborn child. He had failed himself by not fulfilling his promise. Perhaps she was even alive somehow. If she was alive, he ought to have seen her. Another thing was that she would not have waited this long to come back to the palace. He saw disappointment and a lot of anger in Styx today. But he had tried his best to find Lyne. Long before he fell sick, he had checked everywhere but all to no avail.
“Ouch! Lyne, slow down.”
Luana stopped and sighed in exasperation. He heard her mutter inaudibly under her breath. Zeidan suddenly realized what he had done and sighed sadly. Then he turned slowly with a groan to face Luana who was staring at him with disdain.
“What did her father want? She is dead. Why can’t you all just forget her? Here you are calling me Lyne. Perhaps she sho