[The sudden question catches Regis unprepared. He lingers by the sink in silence as his mind goes completely blank. 'Aulea. My dear, dear Aulea...' Even after twenty-something odd years, just thinking of her brings fresh tears to his eyes. Not all of them are caused by sorrow but some caused by the joy he still feels to have known true love during his life. The love that Aulea gave him was a sacred gift that Regis has yet forget. Often does his thoughts stray to his beautiful Queen who once sat to the right of him at his council meetings.

When she passed, Regis didn't dare have anyone claim her seat.

It takes him a moment to form words, especially now when he feels the sheer weight of his gloom start to overwhelm. Speaking of Aulea brings a myriad of feelings that Regis isn't quite so ready to feel again.

It always does.]

...Courageous. [He answers with something like a chuckle.] Courageously stubborn and brave but ultimately...loving.

She was quite the woman, a breath of fresh air. Your mother was my equal in every way and I loved her for it.