Xander

“Apologies.” Lord Edvard bows, dark hair braided back away from his face, and hurries to his seat at the council table. “There was word of a skirmish at the edge of my lands, and it required my attention.”

Father gestures dismissively. “There are rumors of skirmishes on all our lands, Edvard. I would thank you to keep your attention on protecting Tansy Beach rather than the holdings of House Arbanas.”

Lord Edvard takes his seat with a slight ...