Lord Rhaegal was silent for a long moment.
Lord Oldric's death has never sat right with him. There were only two possibilities: either the king was somehow involved in it, or Lord Oldric had taken his own life, hoping to cast suspicion and doubt on the brother. Either way, Rhaegal had never considered it his concern. He had told himself it didn't matter.
He is an enforcer. His duty was to protect lives and preserve order. Whatever vendetta Oldric had carried against the king died with him, so long as it didn't endanger the innocent. Still, the weight of it lingered in his mind.
His voice was low when he finally spoke. "Who are you? And what was your relationship to Lord Oldric?"
The woman straightened her back, lifting her chin with a quiet, aching pride.
"I am Selene. Lord Oldric's companion."
There was something brittle in the way she said it, something that carried both pride and pain. Her voice didn't tremble, but her eyes did, faintly enough for others to notice.
