A/N: With special thanks to Cressida, who gave me the "Stars" challenge, and Astara, who had this brilliant idea for the title.

He broke away from the glassy depths of the orb and took two or three unsteady paces to the window.

Below, the hungry flames were starting to consume the City he so loved.

His gaze wandered to the sky… was it a bright day with golden sunshine or a deep-blue star-studded night above the veil of darkness?

He closed his eyes, imagining those distant celestial gems… allowing himself an illusion that he was not a ruler losing his land… not a father having lost his sons… not a man sending his desperate plea to the stars which were not there.