A court of Unshed tears

Chapter #2

"What are you doing?!" Tamlin heard his father ask.
He dropped the bowl of batter on the floor at his fathers gruff voice.
"N-nothing," Tamlin stuttered.
"Does training teach you nothing?!" His father asked, walking around the kitchen counter.
"You should be spending your extra time practicing. If I catch you doing this nonsense again you will be punished."
Tamlin nodded and slowly bent down to pick up the bowl, but his father snapped his fingers and it was gone.
"Go to bed Tamlin," his father said and Tamlin felt the dominance laced in every word.
Tamlin nodded again and walked out of the kitchen trying to keep his head high.
He made it back to his bedroom and face planted into his pillows.
"You are actually the stupidest fucking person alive," Tamlin said to himself groaning into his pillows.
Of course he should have been sleeping instead of learning how to make pancakes.
The kitchen ladies always made them look so good, he just wanted to give it a try.
He just wanted to learn how to make something, not destroy it.
That's all he could seem to do these days, but that's all anyone wanted him to do.
He slowly peeled his face from the pillows and got off of his bed and went to his Terrace.
He didn't bother sitting in one of the chairs out there for him. He simply laid down right there on the ground.
He loosened a breath as he looked up at the moon and stars.
He loved the moon and stars because they couldn't be broken.
He stared at the iridescent abyss and thought.
He thought about how all the stars seem to connect to form Constellations.
He had always wanted to learn the constellations but Alas, like his father had once told him when he asked, there was no use for mapping out the stars when it has already been done. There is no point in learning useless information that someone already knows.
It wouldn't benefit him, so why bother.
But his father was wrong. it would benefit him, it would help him to see that the night sky was not just an iridescent abyss but a dwelling for the stars.
It would help him see home in the night sky.
Tamlin knew the real reason his father had not wanted him learning the constellations, night court.
His father hated the night court, cursed the moon and stars before the sun had even set.
By extension Tamlin hated the night court as well,
But he didn't hate the night sky. He found that it was too full of beauty, love, longing, and hope for any hate to take up room.
So he didn't hate the night sky, he hated who ruled it.
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There he is, the Tamlin I fell in love with...