"Lady Leria Verhen and Lord Aran Verhen. Lady Solus Verhen." The Royal Valet announced them in their order of entrance."
"He called me a Lady in front of the whole Court!" Leria squealed a bit too loud. "Does that make me a princess?"
"It sure makes me embarrassed." Aran replied as he needed sheer willpower to not make his legs become jelly like they seemed adamant to.
"That's great. Even my daughter is a Lady whereas I'm just your husband. I may not be worthy of the Verhen name, but I'm still a Proudhammer. Too bad that nobody seems to care." Senton snarled from the corner of his mouth close to Rena.
"After all, why bother with the humble son of a blacksmith with no magical power?"
"Hush, dear. I'm sorry for the treatment you received." She whispered back. "You deserve better, but right now there's nothing we can do."
