Family Reunion
“My Karn, you have gotten old,” said Lady Thola Fezim, having not seen her father’s loyal guard for many years.
Seriyah Khorzavi and her sister, Azadeh, stood nearby in the entryway, dressed in their finest and prepared to once again to be in the presence of satrap Fezim.
“Yes, old,” the middle-aged Rashemi grinned, playfully patting his exaggerated belly, “and well fed serving House Fezim.” At that, Thola smiled, but then tensed, chewing on her lower lip and looking at the door. The door was swung open, the guard ushering them within the den of the Dancing Crane. Holding her older brother’s arm to steady herself, Ossur led his sister inside, with Azadeh gently tugging at her sister, trailing behind.
“Thola! My little lioness!” cried out Cinar Fezim, as he leapt to his feet, “You have returned!”
With a large sob, Thola wept and ran into her father’s open arms upon the dais. Quietly, as composed as he could, Ossur’s blue eyes welled up with tears, his cheeks soon glistening and wet. Seriyah rested her head upon her sister’s arm, pleased with the sweet moment. Azadeh held Seriyah in her arms, while watching on with a bright smile.
Thola took a step back, still embracing her father, but directing his attention to her brother. ‘Father, my brother has ever been my protector. We were taken by the mists to Barovia, stranded among the filthy heathen. I got so very lost…it wasn’t Ossur’s fault.”
Though Ossur had never confessed to it, he had given up hope that such a day as this would ever come to be. He had, years ago, come to fear the inevitable likelihood that his sister was dead or lost forever, never to be seen again. And in truth, he had welcomed his father’s harsh punishment and treatment of him since, blaming himself for his failure. He bowed his head, his eyes averted.
“Ossur,” their father began, “You have made this family whole again. Thank you, my son.”
And just like that, the weight that had pressed upon him for so many long years was lifted away. Thola rested in their father’s loving arms.
“It was our Black Lord’s intervention, father, that I give thanks too for Thola’s safe return.” Thola stood next to her father, not having aged at all, since she had last been seen, while everyone else around her was nearly a decade older. “And I have enlisted the help of Seriyah and Azadeh, and others, so that we keep plenty of eyes on her so that she does not disappear from us again.”
At that, Cinar Fezim, the satrap and rishad of House Fezim, looked to the sisters. “Please bring Seriyah forward.”
Tiny beads jingled quietly as Seriyah stepped forward. She bowed her head modestly.
“Greetings, my lord,” said her sister, Azadeh, stepping forward as well, with a bright smile and elaborate bow, as only one well versed in the decorum of true nobility might.
“My lord,” Seriyah greeted, softly.
“Rarely have I been so touched, as when I got to see your blessed reunion. My heartfelt thanks for allowing us to witness such a precious moment!” smiled Azadeh, her voice ever so confident and warm to the ear. It was as if there was always a silent symphony at play, a music without sound, in her presence.
Cinar smiled at her kind words, a stark contrast to the last time a representative of the Khorzavi House presented the fair Seriyah. He looked upon Seriyah, speaking to his daughter, Thola. “She is beautiful, is she not?”
Ossur, his cheeks yet wet from silent tears, looked from his father to the woman he loved. Thola’s smile brightened her eyes, as Seriyah’s cheeks took on a rosy hue as their attention turned to her. Azadeh held Seriyah’s arm, lending her younger sister by two years her own presence, energy, and confidence.
“She is father. I have gained two sisters, it would seem,” answered Thola. Cinar smiled and looked to Ossur. “My son, do you love this young woman?”
The burden of failures lifted from his shoulders, he no longer averted eyes from his father’s. With unwavering conviction, he answered with clarity and sincerity, “With all that I am and hope to be, I do cherish and love her.”
The satrap then turned his attention back to the fair Seriyah. “And you, Seriyah, do you love my son?”
With a sweet sincerity that left no room for doubt, she replied, “With all my heart, I do."
“So…we have a wedding to plan, don’t we?”
Their prayers were answered. Ossur and Seriyah looked to one another from across the room. Ossur extended his open hand to her. Azadeh gently let go of her little sister, with a touch of reluctance, always cherishing having Seriyah at her side. Seriyah left her sister’s side to take Ossur’s hand, stealing him to herself.
With a voice wrought with unfiltered emotion Ossur bowed gratefully to his father. “There could be no more perfect wife and mother to our future heirs, father. You will come to adore her as a daughter.”
Seriyah tried not to cry too much, but small tears of joy could not help themselves, as she was elated.
“On behalf of my mother and father,” began Azadeh, “and my grandmother, the rishad of House Khorzavi, I express my great excitement for this union and alliance, my lord.”
“Lady Azadeh, I am pleased to have met you,” he replied. “But I feel I must be honest with you.”
At this, Ossur sensed something strange in the air, unable to predict what his father was going to say next, though perhaps he was going to admit that he had been weighing which of the sisters was the ideal match for his son. He continued, “When your cousin Artraxeres introduced you to me it was my intention to court your own hand in marriage.”
Ossur was floored. It had never once occurred to him that his father, widowed now for five years, would be lonely and ready to take a wife. Had he been too self-absorbed in his own life to take notice? That his father would have, as many men do, fallen under the spell of Azadeh’s charms and beauty, came as a complete surprise.
His father continued. “But after searching my heart, I find that I still mourn the loss of my dear wife, Triza.”
Thola’s face fell, for while the rest of her family had had years to mourn her mother’s passing, Thola had discovered only days ago that her mother was dead. That her mother would not be back home in Sly-var, when she would eventually make her return, just didn’t feel real to her yet.
“Oh, my lord” replied Azadeh with such grace, “I am honored that you would have considered me, but what pleased me even more is that you have found even greater happiness in the return of Thola.”
“You are a fine example of a Mulan lady, Azadeh. But…I do have a business associate. A good man from a noble family.”
“You are most kind, my lord, and please, remember that I and all of House Khorzavi shall ever be close by your side now, with our dearest Seriyah in your care.”
“I could arrange an introduction, if it pleases you,” the strap continued to say. “He is a satrap under Vraylok Kryillian.”
A smile reached Azadeh’s eyes. Ossur recognized that look in her and knew her to be a woman with dreams, vision, and ambition. “Why, that is most kind of you, my lord. I would be most pleased to meet him, of course!”
“His name is Lord Jharos of House Pertzatis. Perhaps you have heard the name.”
Azadeh’s smile turned into a full-on grin at the mention of the wealthy satrap’s name. “Mhm! Of course, my lord. I make note of all the lords of the land.”
At seeing that her sister seemed pleased by the prospect of this introduction and possible marriage, any worry upon Seriyah’s face was dispelled, appearing pleased and excited on behalf of her older sister.
“I recall meeting him many years ago, and even then he seemed very old. How old is he father?” asked Ossur, though he realized that perhaps it was best not to interject.
Cinar gave his son a small smile, and replied, “Oh, not much older than myself,” but Ossur knew that not to be the case.
“A perfect age, then,” said Thola, nodding, to support her father’s claim. Ossur let the question of the potential suitors' age drop, and he was grateful that it was not Thola, just returned to her family, being offered to the old satrap as a bride. Besides, Thola was destined for the Red Academy, and it would be some time yet before her father would be willing to marry her off.
As Ossur and Seriyah left the Dancing Crane, hand in hand, along with Thola and Azadeh, Seriyah exhaled a huge sigh of relief.
“Is this real?” asked Ossur, turning to them.
“It is my brother,” answered Thola. “Your long ordeal is at an end. A bright future awaits.”
“It is a joyous day,” said Seriyah, just as Ossur, unable to help himself, placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up. Seriyah issued a high-pitched squeak, beaming a smile as she was lifted into the air.