Ileus' chest felt as if a horse had run over it. He stayed frozen in his place, desperate just like his mother but remaining within the confines of palatial courtesies.
"I have missed you, Mother," he said in a low voice. His gaze traveled to his father. "You too, Father."
Anastasia could feel how much Adrianna wanted to hug her son, but she restrained. Adrianna looked at those who surrounded them and flicked her fingers. They all disappeared.
Adrianna got up from her place and walked to her son carefully, taking in his features. No words passed between them. Her hands trembled as she reached for her son, "Ileus," she whimpered and tears fell out of her eyes. "Ileus."
