"Long lashes and healthy physique are the symbols considered beauty upon the face.
But, Scars grace the Psyche, for they are sovereigns of wars fought with life and self. And every soul crusades a diverse battle that can solely be seen in the depths of their portals of eyes."
~
The Untenanted Cottage of Jehu,
Town of Hazenvale,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Lady Minerva watched as Jaycob strode into the room where she was nursing the child. She had not been inclined to trusting him ever since the sight of Rivenhove, but it appeared like he was in an untold dilemma, his life in his hand.
In the silence of the halls that made the abandoned house, the voices of the persons in adjacent rooms were clear. Consequently, from the sound of the conversation, it appeared as if an assassin was invoked in Mister Joab against Sir Jaycob Oreius.
