In the villa, Owain stood fuming in the late Sir Kaefin's chambers, staring at the corpse of the man who had once been not only a loyal servant, but a close friend from his teenage years. Sir Kaefin had helped him to sneak out of the castle as a youth and even brought him to both his first tavern and his first brothel.
In many ways, Owain thought of his steward not as a servant but as the older brother he'd never had. One who had been both a confidant, advisor, and guide on the path from boyhood to becoming a man.
Some people around him had suggested that Kaefin was only using him for his superior wealth and status but Owain had shouted down anyone who dared say that more than once. While he could admit that he spent more of his pocket money when he spent time with the older man, what was the point of having it if he didn't spend it? And Kaefin had been the one to teach him how to use it to enjoy life.
