At that moment, Amon felt a surge of desperation. Every cherished memory he had with his mother flashed vividly before him, particularly what his mother had once asked of him.
"As your mother, my only hope is for you to also have your own family. A wife that will care, assist, and stand by your side… A Queen for our kingdom. Your Queen…"
"You see, I'm not getting any younger, Son. I would love to at least see my grandchildren with you."
Those were her words…
Now that he thought of it, his mother's eyes looked so different back then, yet he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. Yet, her smiles and palpable excitement were unmistakable. It was also one of the reasons why he agreed to let his mother have her way with the selection of his wife.
