A Mother's Son || Conversation - Caspian X and Andreia
There was a wrap upon her door, not so soft as to be mistaken for a woman's knocking, but lacking the masculine force of demanding determination. It resembled a child's; firm, but hesitant. Requesting entry. "Mother?" The quiet, accented voice filtered through the layers of ornately carved wood. Even lower yet did their native tongue follow, "Madre? Are you in there? Mayo yo com en?"











