Eira sat on the edge of her seat as she listened to Nyrielle telling a story of a time so long ago, it not only predated the Kingdom of Gaal, it predated the Great Prophet, the Saint Teacher, and the Church of the Holy Lord of Light.
For the first time since she met Sir Ollie, she felt like she was beginning to understand. Not the ancient history, though she was carefully committing every scrap of information to memory with the same diligence that she'd once applied to studying the Kingdom's laws and the methods of governing a barony.
No, she finally understood why Ollie had reacted so strongly when she suggested that she could win a position as Nyrielle's progeny by performing the duties of a lady-in-waiting.
