"Perhaps you should ask your husband himself." The Great Lady poked at the food on her plate as she thought for a bit. "When he was around twelve year old, he asked me the real reason why his mother left and I had to lie to him. At that time, he was angry beyond anything I've seen him—he truly hated his father, and perhaps if not for me, blood might have been shed, but then, as Dray grew up and understood the responsibilities of the king, I believe he understood his father wasn't as evil as he pretended to be."
Seeing the Great Lady try to at least eat a little, Seren did the same though she could not taste her food. As she listened to the old lady, she kept thinking about how hurt Drayce must be when all this happened. No, up until now, he must have been masking his pain with his outward coldness.
