Leroy knew the birthmark on his face might draw attention. Its mystery had always gnawed at him, and if anyone could explain its meaning as to why the dowager had insisted it remain hidden, it would be someone old and wise like Osric.
He revealed his face fully, meeting the old man's unwavering gaze.
Leroy expected a reaction. Something, anything.
Others in the hall tried to glance, but when their eyes fell on the dowager's unreadable expression, they quickly looked away. The Emperor, however, could not restrain himself; his curiosity burned visibly.
Osric's eyes studied Leroy intently, yet his face betrayed nothing. Then, almost imperceptibly, his lips murmured something. Leroy leaned closer, straining to hear, only to realize the words were in High-Veyrani.
"…he shall come when no one dares to hope."
