Seeing the spark of passion rekindling in Ignatious's eyes brought a cold smile to Nyrielle's face. It had taken seventy years of exile, but it seemed like the former Inquisitor had turned his fury away from her and onto the Church that made him the man he'd been when she captured him.
"You seem resolved to your fate," Nyrielle said, leaning back in her chair as she studied her progeny's reactions. "Has Hamdi had a hand in that?"
"High Lord Hamdi grew bored of me within a few years of my arrival," Ignatious said with a resigned shake of his head. Lately, I see him once a decade or less. My years in his care were… hard," he said as his eyes gazed into the distance.
