Esme continued staring at the man like a dream. Her eyes never stopped shedding tears. Those blue eyes reflected the face of that old man who stood on the opposite with complicated thoughts. Between this complex feelings, one could see the warmth under his astonishing eyes.
Esme's throat dried unable to speak for a long time and inspected the man from head to toe. King Henry didn't change much in all this years except his face wrinkled a bit. His appearance no longer seemed dominant as Esme had always seen. Instead he looked calm and reservant in his white loose robe.
King Henry stepped closer when Esme didn't approach him for a while. He smiled weakly and called her out affectionately,
" Serena.."
