Incest The King's Last Wish

[neerathemall]

Later that night, Heather and Jonathan relaxed on the plush chairs in their balcony, enjoying the cool summer breeze, post dinner. They had been provided accommodation in one of the larger palace rooms which had a large bedroom, a small study and its own private bath. Heather slept in the bedroom while Jonathan slept in the study. The spacious balcony overlooking the palace gardens was a favorite spot for the mother and son.

Heather looked lovingly at her 20-year-old son, who was lost in thought. She was so proud of the young man that Jonathan had grown up to be. Not only had he become mature and responsible, but also had grown up into a fine young male specimen. Almost 6' tall, he had filled up nicely in the past few years. He sat there across her, dressed in only his trousers, to beat the Indian summer heat, broad shoulders and bare chest on display

"What's on your mind, dear?" she asked.

"Tosali," he said, absent mindedly running his fingers through his blond hair.

"What about it?"

"Do you think we should go find the lost city? I mean, it is right next door, waiting to be explored. And we have the map too."

She nodded, considering his suggestion. "It does sound tempting."

"I can't stop thinking about the king's last wish, separated from his true love all these years. We should take his ashes with us, when we go. Scatter them in the sea, like he wanted," he said, with a distant look on his face.

"My son, the romantic!" she said, teasing him. "I am not sure, dear. We'll have to see how feasible it is to travel to that place."