"Seriously?" Amelia murmured. She'd been sitting on the cabin's porch with Pauline. None were more exhausted than those two, but the heralding of the Pendragon name could not escape even their sleepy attention. "What would they want with him?"
"Arthur Pendragon was close friends with Dominus Patrick. Is it not only natural?" Verdant asked. Apparently, he'd connected some dots of his own, in a vein that he hadn't that morning.
"I suppose…" Amelia admitted reluctantly. "But I thought it was only Her Highness Asabel that was in the Academy? Isn't she Arthur's niece? I don't see why the niece would have any interest in her Uncle's friend's son. And like, it's Asabel, you know? A SA BEL. She's way too well regarded to be caught with him."
"Are you not biting at your own Lady with your words, retainer?" Verdant pointed out.
