It was enough. He had not slept properly for the last fortnight and it was time to do something about it.
The past haunted him and it was time to turn and face it.
He saw his father's face drawn with care and anger, eyes burning like a beast ready to lash at its cage, and his mother's smile, filled with infinite sadness. He saw the bright prince who had ordered their deaths and the young "Khan" who had stood by his side, learning cruelty and surpassing his sire in all things.
He threw on his robe and ventured quietly down the stairs. The Lady was standing at the map table, her fingers lightly resting on an image of Eriador.
Without turning around, the Iaurmenel said softly, "Welcome, Khanadan"
In that moment the young man took back what was his, what his parents and homeland had given him.
"My lady, your pardon....but my name is Yosim."
