“What weighty business troubles your mind, my king, to furrow your brow this late at night?” he asked, deepening his voice and biting back a grin.
_____ started and spun around to stare at him, but the moment recognition dawned, the ruler of _____ rushed forward to embrace him. “My son,” he cried. “My boy!”
Ceremonies were for kings. There would be time enough for them tomorrow and the next day, and the next. After ten years, this was all _____ had wanted. To embrace his father without crowds of witnesses watching their every move and gesture.
“I’m home,” he said as his father wept with joy.
Possible points: 9