More than eight years before she had first entered this hall, a child, frightened by the large man with the kind eyes, soft voice and gentle hands. His decision allowing her to accompany him daily whenever feasible slowly allayed her fears and finally sparked her love. Memories of her parents receded and he became her father in all but blood.
Now he sat unaware and unblinking on his throne, spittle running from his mouth, his clothing askew, and his bright eyes rheumy. Trembling she approached him to again attempt reaching inside the unresponsive husk to the mind that was hidden.