Erbe
Choice

"You're very stubborn, Sire. Many times I refused, many times you came. Please don't exhaust your patience, please leave this place," Erland pushed away in a soft tone.

Amos bowed, only this time the emperor lowered his face before others and only this time he begged others. As long as this highest hierarchy was in his hands, undeniable, unparalleled even deeply revered and praised the people. If there was someone else there, he would not believe what he saw. This is very unusual. Amos remained at peace with his silence, his manic as if looking for something on the ground.

"Are my words understandable?" ask Erland again.

"certain."

For a moment the two fell silent, Amos stared fixedly at Erland's face. The little youth looked calm, there was a small smile on his face. The smile was like a dagger that slashed the tribe of Amos. Beautiful, but painful.

"Do you hate me so much? I don't know what story you got, but if you let me, I'll tell you everything honestly" Amos said, lowering his ego.

"No! I mean, I don't want to know anything about the past at all, because a lot of hurt people will remember it. If indeed we can choose where we are born, I choose that destiny. My life is mine. Let me be free with my own breath, I don't hate you, but I can't give you my love. I chose myself."

"Son," call Amos Iirih.

"I'm sorry" Erland replied as she turned her face away.

"alright. Do what you want to do, I just want to give back what should be yours. You are entitled to the throne, not Jorvik. If this is going to be my guilt-redeemer in the past, I will do anything. Yep! Whatever it is."

Amos' face was back down. His heart was further broken seeing the harshness of Erland's rejection of him. However, his hands were unable to embrace the heart of the son, and he realized this was the consequence of what had happened.

"Let it belong to my sister. I'm not at all interested in what you've been proud of. I just want to have my whole life. If you have the whole world, please give me my life."

Erland was silent for a moment, her face was down. There was a sense of unease that he was holding, his pride was too expensive to look weak in front of the father. His hand pushed open the wooden door, then turned to his father and said, "I hope this is our last meeting. Let's just say I'm gone. Please let me have my own life, free and whole."

His small footsteps increasingly rushed to leave the wooden house that had been his shelter. It was not necessarily the direction of his current destination, which he definitely wanted to move away from the Emperor's shadow. I don't know when the two behaved like this. Father and son relationship fractured due to untreatable past wounds.

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All day he locked himself in another dimension, his favorite special air space. No one can get through it. There Erland used to mediate, or just contemplate. This time his heart was wavering, there was a sense of tightness wrapping around his atma, his breathing as if hunting with seconds of time. Both of his legs were folded in front of his chest, his slightly trembling hands hugging both of his knees. His face was hidden behind his two arms. There was a small stream on both of her cheeks, only this time she shed her tears after the death of her mother two years ago.

"I have to how?" lirih.

The echoing words were heard softly, even the airflow grieved to hear them. The honest expression of a child wasted since infancy, a longing for the love of the father who can not be honest with himself.

"Ercie, my dear son."

Suddenly the sound of a soft call echoed from a direction not far away, Erland hurriedly wiped away her tears. She knew who it was, a blonde female figure with her pretty green eyes. A graceful lilac-colored dress, adding to the charm of the beautiful woman. Erland tried to smile.

"Mother," call him.

"Why are you crying, baby? What hurts your heart, so your eyes are so wet with tears? Tell your mother, darling."

"Why did you meet me?" erland asked without answering his mother's question.

"There's something I want to say, there's two more chances of us meeting. I miss you, my son."

"I miss you too, Mother. Even very. I was lonely, no one was with me" Erland said, dropping her arms on her mother.

Ziosea Loire Laszlo, the only princess of the kingdom of Burtonzulla and also the first consort of the empire Grazepodhia was Erland's biological mother. A conspiracy led her to be estranged from the imperial court and confined to the Azaldes forest with her baby. Ziosea accidentally locked himself in the middle of the forest to save his little baby from the cruelty of the traitors. His goal was only one, making him alive a strong, strong and worthy enough child to reclaim the lost throne.

However, all Erland had in mind right now, was the sincere desire of a seven-year-old. He does not need a treasure or a throne, he only misses the affection of the father. His mind was very simple, he would give the whole of Grazepodhia as long as the father could be whole with him.

"Hold, Son. Strengthen your heart. The time will come, the time when you get everything you should have. Trust in Mother, dear," said Ziosea.

"I don't want anything, Mother. If I could give the whole world, I would only ask the heavens for obedience. Return my father and mother to my side again. The rest I don't care, as long as you're with me" Erland said.

"No, Son. Everything that happens is not as simple as what you have in mind right now. Inevitably, it will be you who will lead Grazepodhia. Because the universe chose you, the sky has blessed you. For that you must be strong, both your heart and your body. Mother is sure you can. Recover your good name, Mother and Burtonzulla. Put everything back where it should be. Mom believes you can, honey. You're the man of choice of the heavens, you're the proud Laszlo."

"Don't I have a choice, Mother?" ask Erland.

"Time will answer. Mother wishes you the best. You're a chosen child, a good child. Mom's proud of you, son."

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