"Geoffrey. What brings you here?" Pope Francis asked his brother, trying to ease the tension in the room. Some of the priests were still giving me a suspicious look, but I ignored them.
Geoffrey stepped forward and said, "It's because of my student. You might recognize him." He gestured for me to approach.
Pope Francis narrowed his eyes and examined me closely. "That hair... Wait a minute. You're Waylen's grandson?" I nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable with all the attention on me. Waylen Falkrona being my shitty grandfather.
"Edward Falkrona, heir to the Falkrona Duchy," I said, introducing myself.
There was a collective gasp in the room, and even Maria and her cousin looked surprised. It was clear that the Falkrona family's power was well-known, even in this hallowed place.
Pope Francis turned back to Geoffrey and asked, "Has he got something to do with it?" His tone was serious, and I could tell that whatever they were discussing was important.
