Grief In Your Walls

“I’d like to offer something as a symbol of peace. Something to show that we have no ill will against you or your empire. An..Ambassador of sorts.”“An ambassador?” Someone questions, but Tommy isn’t paying attention to who’s speaking. His entire body latches onto his cue; standing in one motion as the carriage door opens again.“This is Prince Thomas Innir. My youngest and most prized prince.”Tommy doesn’t look up to meet the eyes of either royal on horseback. He knows better. So instead, he gets to his knees like he was taught in one swift, easy motion; kneeling until his hands are on the ground and his forehead is resting against the back of his hands in the most formal, vulnerable bow he can.“This is what I have to offer. A prince from my own home in exchange for peace between our nations.”---Or; A story about how a child tries to fix a family broken apart by grief.