“It’s ok. She’s my sister, Alex.”
Alex glanced between the women, before finally reaching out towards her. Emersyn slipped her arms around him and braced him on her hip.
“How old is he?”
“He’s two.” Heath smiled from his position against the wall.
“Sarifena,” Onika stood, “What can I do to help you? I know you don’t want to hear this, but your mother will receive a Queen’s burial. You know as well as I do that means it will be overwhelmingly large.”
Sarifena shrugged, “I haven’t given it much thought.”
“How about you let me handle the details?”
Alex whined, reaching out toward Sarifena. Opening her arms, she took him from Emersyn.
“Besides…” Onika grinned, “It looks like you will have your hands full getting him set up here in the castle.”
“Oh…” Sarifena glanced toward Heath, “I didn’t know what would happen.”
“Well, I called social services – I had to. But they said it was your decision. They can come pick him up and place him in temporary care, or,” Heath paused, “We could just keep him here.”
“Keep him here? In the castle?”
“If you want…” Heath stepped close to them, “He seems comfortable with you. Perhaps you need him as much as he needs you.”