Debro was simply too shocked to speak when he heard Asher's real name.
'A Wargrave,' he repeated in his mind, the weight of those words settling heavily within his consciousness, echoing as though they carried a will of their own.
He didn't dare believe that Asher was lying again, as anyone would rather impersonate the Emperor than a Wargrave itself, for the consequences tied to such a falsehood were far more terrifying than death itself.
Debro kept quiet; he didn't speak, the silence around him and Asher thickening into something almost tangible. Although he loved Asher, he couldn't help but ask himself if his love could withstand the might and weight of the Wargrave family, a lineage that stood far beyond reason itself.
His mind flashed through the Duke himself, Azaron Wargrave, the man who stood unchallenged amongst all, the one whom people feared and trembled at just from hearing his name, his very existence a calamity.
