51. We are trapped

Liron Dyer entered the chambers and looked at the back of his father who was standing near the window holding his stick. Liron Dyer glanced at the wild sea then looked at his back again.

"What are you looking at, father?"

"Are you seeing the mad waves of the sea?"

"Yes. There has been a storm for a few days, and such waves have become terrifying."

"Ever since we came back from Winsonland." Fenton Dyer blinked his dark eyes.

"Does this even mean anything?"

"Everything in the world the smallest and biggest thing has a meaning. We just have to find those meanings." He turned his head and looked at his silly son.

"You have to learn all this."

Liron Dyer smirked, "The king's throne teaches everything, father."

Fenton Dyer raised his eyebrows in interest, "Sometimes I am afraid of such words of yours, that you will strangle me for the throne."

Liron Dyer got stunned. His throat was dry and tightened.