Maester Rudolph ran down the staircase with his hand in his robe. It was the time where he would have cared the least about tripping on the end of his own cloth. He carefully walked the last steps and as soon as the stair ended, he said, "Saer!"

Calling his name aloud, he walked in the archway, kicking the bones on his way. In search of Saer, he found the three Calajhans. Nortze glared at him with a look of disgust.

"Saer isn’t here." Nortze said.

Rudolph could tell he wanted Rudolph to leave them. But the Maester kept coming forward with his hand in the pocket, trying to be as apologetic as possible.

"Did Saer ever mention this?" Rudolph presented a crunched paper.

Calajhan snatched it away and began to unfold it, "Where did you find this?"

"In Mrs. Calajhan's chamber." Rudolph said, "The chamber where you and the guards put her after she suffocated."

Gisella turned his head at the letter. She left Rikilda to stand beside her husband while he straightened the paper.

"Gervase's writing." Nortze breathed.

When he read the first letter of the word, he glanced at Gisella.

Mother,

Gisella covered her head and glued herself on the wall as Nortze read:

Mother,

Can't describe how delighted I am on hearing about Rikilda's wedding. As of I write this now, my hand is shaking in joy. My sister is getting married!

A daughter's wedding day is considered the happiest day for a father. I hope our father is happy too. For this day, at least, he can forget how bad I have been to him.

Rikilda's wedding has now come to me as an opportunity to redeem myself. To return back home. To see my sister happy. To see our family together.

To be a family together.

For many years, I thought I was missing freedom. But now, I finally realize what I have been lacking since abandoning the home.

Father's hug.

I hope father forgives me, accepts me and calls me son once again. I am dying to hear it. And I won' go anywhere until I hear it.