Damon was somber, and so was Sylvia. There was a silence between them that no one around them could understand. Damon was still just a floating soul, but his powerful aura was deep and oppressive. Those who were weaker could not stand it if he did not restrain himself.
Even so, he remained somber as he approached a chamber. He glanced at the Elf King, then at Sylvia.
"Your Majesty, if you don't mind, I would like to have a word with Sylvia alone."
Kadelas was a little taken aback by the way Damon was speaking to him. He was respectful, without even a trace of his usual snark, but he simply nodded. Taking his wife's hand, he walked down the hall with her.
Damon could understand him in a way now. After all, he was a father too, and if someone had done to his daughter what he had done to Sylvia years ago, he would probably never forgive them either.
It would be too hypocritical to hate Kadelas for loving his own daughter and wanting what was best for her.
