William turned to his daughter and sighed. He could understand her shock. Asher was supposed to have died a nobody, a sick one at that.
This same lad was once a prodigy, one so talented in the sword that the nobles of the wastelands feared the Ashbournes would rise through him.
It was extremely crazy to think that the great Ashbounes would rise through a bastard child.
Even he, the count, believed it and for that reason he betrothed Asher to Liya.
This plot was to marry Asher into House Tigris!
That way, House Ashbourne would lose their skilled young swordsman and potential leader and he would gain a powerful servant.
Along the way, Asher suddenly fell ill and it was diagnosed to be the same one that killed his mother.
"Isn't he a cripple?" Viscount Syria, one of the count's most favored vassals, said with a raised brow.
