"A friendship between a married man and woman?" the wolf asked not hiding his surprise.
"Wonderous, isn't it?" Jessamyn smiled.
If the wolf didn't know these rumors, he must be young—around their age. Older nobles knew of this as it was a topic of discussion in the high society for years. Even if they had forgotten her mother, this information would have jogged their memory.
"My father maintained a good relationship with Joar's father and they loved to go hunting together. My mother and Joar's father made a pact to get us married when we came of age. Too bad both of them passed away when they were young…"
Although those were not happy memories, Jessamyn could smile thinking of it.
"You must have been pretty close with Hector while growing up…Your mother-in-law knew you well too," The wolf said.
