Lord Edwin Silvermane, Warden of the North And Lord of The Northern Helm, had been in his study when the news of his daughter reached him. He wanted to count the many moons since he last saw her. Yet, he could barely remember it as he prepared for her Rite to be blessed by the gods. The Church of Sepith demanded it.
"Altair?" He muttered almost like a question, yet it rang like a statement.
"Yes. My Lord," Stewart Lorvel said. "He is within the Great Halls now. Eating with the Lady Aria."
Edwin wanted to laugh. "Eating? He insults my son, and now he eats—" He stopped, tightening his fist. "No… I should be thanking the boy, shouldn't I?"
Stewart Lorvel bowed. "May I speak freely, my Lord?"
"When do you not?"
