Lily and her guards returned to the Sanctuary and as soon as she was inside, she sent a couple to send for her father. She waited in the throne room for him, sitting in the throne, letting the magic weave around her and calm her.
Theren entered the throne room and saluted her.
“My Queen, you summoned me?” His voice strained and cracked as he greeted her formally.
“Yes Father. I am your queen and it’s about time you remembered that. I just had a conversation with Mother. Seems whoever killed her made it where she cannot tell me who killed her but said YOU would know who I could talk to to cast a spell that will allow me to see what happened through her eyes.”
Theren’s eyes narrow as he listens to his daughter. Then he sighs. “Fine. I will help you with this, but only because it is my duty to do as my queen commands. And leave it to your mother, even in death, to remember this type of magick.”
He goes and gets a chair and sits at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the throne. He rubs his face and Lily notices that he has aged some since the last time they saw each other, which was interesting as most elves do not show their age. Thinking about what they’d both been through lately, she realized that it really shouldn’t be surprising. She had been told that elves decided when and if they showed their age, as well as choosing when they left Vaedrathan and moved into the Spirit Fields. This thought made her wish she and her father weren’t fight. She’d already lost one parent while they were arguing, she didn’t want the same to happen with her father. She started to say something when Theren raised a hand.
“I’m sorry this is taking me so long to tell you. You must understand it is not easy and not something that I can freely talk about with just anyone. I have….a friend. An old colleague from ages ago when I was young and involved with my studies. This…friend chose to become what we call a lich. He chose to enter the realm of the dead before dying because he wasn’t done learning things and was curious as to what happens on the other side. He is the only person that knows how to do what you are wanting to do. I must tell you though,” he pauses and looks at her. “While this spell is not forbidden, it is frowned upon and is not talked about other than to warn young mages to stay away from it. There is no creature in the whole of the realm with a deeper understanding of death than Rien. He is one of the walking dead but you’d never know it. You have passed him many times when we’ve been in the city and when we buried your mother he was there. If you truly want to do this, you must go to the Royal Mausoleum and seek him out.”
Lily listens as her father gives her this information, tapping her fingers on the arm of the throne.
“Thank you for telling me this, Father. I shall seek this Rien out, do this spell, find out who killed mother and do whatever needs to be done. I hope you will stand with me when that happens. You may go.”
She waves her hand to dismiss him because as much as she didn’t want to end this conversation this way, now was not the time to get soft.
Theren stands and salutes her, puts the chair back where it belonged and headed to the doors.
“OH and Father? Mother wants you to contact her. Says she needs to talk to you about a few things,” Lily throws this information out to him, a smirk on her face as she knows what that conversation is going to be like for him.
As he leaves, she sees him hunch over and hears a heavy sigh before he walks out and closes the door.
from ‘A Royal’s Undoing’ by Cyn A Snow ©2017