Colossal Wings ||Revamping||

He loves black tea.

The dark shadow turned into mist and disappeared before we could move. Dilan rushed to his mother who was lying on the ground, eyes closed. I could make out the light rise and fall of her chest.

She is alive. I sighed in relief

"Get some help." His voice was low and strained. I nodded and rushed out the door.

Not long after, a doctor was called and Dilan and I waited in a room connecting to the one the queen was in. The tension in the air tightened as we sat in the room. Dilan stood by a window away from me, staring blankly. His face was void of any emotion but I could tell he was worried from his clenched fists.

He hadn't said a word to me since we found his mother in that state and I couldn't blame him. The whole situation was frustrating. I couldn't see the face of dark presence standing over the queen, but I had an unsettling feeling that I knew what or rather, who it was.

What did he do to her?

I shuddered as I thought of what could have happened to the queen. She hadn't woken up since we found her and Dilan stood by her side, holding her hand in his till the doctor ushered us out.

I looked at him from across the room, fidgeting with my hands on my lap. His jaw twitched every once in a while as he stared out the window and If looks could kill, the window would have shattered.

The door then opened and Dilan and I looked up at once. The doctor was at the door. He nodded and motioned for is to go in.

"The queen is awake."

We entered the warm room quietly. It had a fireplace near the bed the queen's bed. We walked towards the bed and saw that the queen was on a couch next to the bed. She looked a little better but her skin was still pale and her eyes tired. She looked in my direction and smiled.

"I'm okay."

Dilan knelt down in front of his mother and held her hand.

"Who did this to you?" Dilan said quietly.

Queen Nevaeh looked at her son lovingly and put her free hand over his.

"I'm fine now. No need to worry."

She stood up shakily, and walked over to a makeshift kitchen at the other side of the room. She stopped at the stove.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked with a weak lopsided grin. She didn't wait for an answer and began busying her self with the tea making rituals.

"Mother. Who did it." Dilan sighed.

The queen ignored him and went on humming silently to herself. When she was done she placed it on a table in front of us. I took the kettle out of her hands and poured it into our cups along with the sugar and milk, asking how many cubes of sugar each person wanted. When I asked Dilan, he just sulked on the couch and ignored me.

If that's how you want it. I thought and left the black tea unsugared.

"Thank you dear." She said then placed some cookies on the table.

We took our seats on a set of couches around the table and drank our tea quietly, the queen and I, while Dilan bored holes into the ground with his hard stare.

"Aren't you going to have some tea, Dilan." The queen said sweetly while staring daggers at her son. It seemed the had that in common.

Dilan sat up. "Who was it?" The queen stared at him for a while then opened her mouth as if to say something, then turned her attention back to her tea like it was far more interesting.