"This, dear, is Lucian McCoy. He was the one who carried you back to your room after you fainted." Seymour introduced the man to his daughter as she stared at him in confusion. She did not recall seeing him anywhere near her when she was on the lawn, nor did he look like any of the guards in their mansion.
Seymour perceived what his daughter was thinking and he smiled softly. "He is a guest, Sylvaine. You do not know about him."
"Ohh, I see." Irene smiled at the man before she fixed her gaze on her father.
"Yes, dear. He is the son of a friend and he is here to take the examination for the Council of Ministry that will be held in a few days. He will be staying with us until then." Seymour stated with pride and Irene finally observed him, welcoming him with a nod.
