Leudh kept an arm about her shoulders and guided her to a seat on a fallen tree. He selected the spot so they rested under a patch of the afternoon sun. He kept one of her hands between both of his after they sat. He wanted to give as much comfort as possible.
"So tell me now, what do you feel?"
She took a deep breath. "I feel like a stranger to myself. I feel like a tree with no roots."
"Flindra, let me ask you a question," Leudh interrupted.
"Of course."
"Do you feel any less loved today than you did before you were told about your true heritage?"
She shook her head. "No, I feel very loved."
"Then don't feel rootless. Your destiny may take you away from us, but you're not alone for the Spirit will always be with you. And this can always be your home if you want it to be."
"Thanks Leudh." She squeezed his hand in appreciation. His words had given her some measure of comfort.
He smiled and laughed softly. "Anytime, little sister," he replied in a pleased tone. "Now go on. Open your heart. What do you feel?"
"There's so much pain. There's pain from Papa's death and there is pain from having to leave my family and my home. My whole world has been changed in such a short time."
"That's understandable."
"I'm glad I was given the chance to know him," Flindra remarked in a low voice. There were tears glistening in her eyes. "I feel the Spirit really blessed me by giving me the opportunity to call him Papa. My birth father could not have been a better man. A piece of my heart feels cheated by the knowledge that he wasn't my real father."
"Can you honestly say you feel no joy in finding out you are of royal blood?" he asked pointedly. "You're going to eventually take your place among the rich and powerful. As a princess you will lack nothing."
She was stunned. "I’ve never lacked anything," she was quick to respond. "Papa and Momma have always provided for my needs and beyond."
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