Old Vine couldn't wrap his head around it, and frankly, he didn't want to. The very idea was intolerable.
He absolutely refused to let his two prized granddaughters get tangled up with some nobody. Letting Icefall and Firebrand spend time with this 'Knight Stone' was out of the question.
His girls came from an impeccable lineage, with blood as blue as it gets. The thought of them ending up with a common boy with no prospects was an insult to the family name. They'd be the talk of every high-society gathering, a laughingstock. He wouldn't allow it.
Since the twins seemed curiously annoyed by this Knight Stone fellow; having just met him yesterday and already butting heads, Old Vine saw his chance. He'd pour fuel on that fire. Make sure any spark of interest was drowned in pure, unadulterated irritation.
Watching Icefall's frosty glare and Firebrand's red-faced fuming, listening to them curse the Knight's name, Old Vine allowed himself a private, satisfied smile.
Achoo!
