33 Asking For Forgiveness!

In the dimly lit cave, Dick entered to be greeted by an unexpected sight. His mother, Kylie, exuded an aura of mystique and authority. Clad in a black magician's robe, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, she sat regally with her long legs elegantly crossed. Her presence was imposing, yet strangely inviting toward him, which was different than her previous disdain toward the sight of him.

As their eyes met, a silence hung in the air. Kylie's demeanor was unusually calm, almost tender, a stark contrast to her usual stern facade. This unexpected change in her rattled Dick, loosening the tight knots of hatred that had bound his heart.

"Your Majesty, I'm uncertain of your intentions," Dick spoke cautiously, maintaining a respectful distance. His wariness seemed to mar Kylie's composure, her expression turning sour.