Queen Meridian sits with her son at the grotto. She is holding King Merlion by the arm as if he would slip away if she lets him go. She still could not believe that she would ever get to see her son back here in his true home. She assumes that she is partly to blame for she never visited her son as well. She might call it a Mother’s pride or a wounded heart.

The Queen opens her mouth, planning to say something but immediately shuts it. She is trying to figure out how she would say what is in her mind in a gentle manner. She is afraid...