Chapter 10: A Repeated Calling
The days that followed felt like a calm play staged for one. Every morning, servants brought me clean clothes and rich meals. I was given tours of the palace, introduced to the generals, entertained with tales of past glories, and even allowed to try the kingdom's finest weapons.
Though his hospitality was genuine, I knew this was another form of persuasion. The King never forced me, yet each day he sowed seeds of doubt and curiosity. Did I truly want to become part of this system?
One evening on the balcony, a gentle wind stirred my hair as King Nivandor approached, carrying two glasses of wine.
"Do you know what makes a great king?" he asked, watching the sky turn crimson.
"His power?" I replied uncertainly.
"No," he shook his head. "His ability to see the future—and the people who will shape it."
I rotated the glass in my hand, trying to absorb his meaning.
"Alexander," he continued, "imagine if this entire land were invaded. Who would defend it? A blacksmith who only stares at his blade, or a young man who once lived among sheep but now can cut down thousands for his people?"
I lowered my head. Deep within, I was still a lost boy. But was hiding truly the answer?
"You're still searching for your purpose, aren't you?" the King asked softly, almost in a whisper.
I nodded.
"Don't ignore your destiny. Because once it passes, not everyone can call it back."
That night, I gave no answer. I only stared at the stars—distant as ever, but somehow… tonight, they felt closer.
When dawn broke and a servant opened the window to my chamber, I knew my time was near.
Yet, before I gave my reply, one question lingered in my mind:
Would Uncle approve of this path I'm taking? Or would he curse it?