All eyes turned toward the approaching royal. This was it. I knew they'd discussed enough, and he was here to take Astraya and begin mentoring her. But seeing him approach was intimidating.
Lord Zedd Vintergard finally reached us, his attire gleaming under the evening sun. He stopped just a few feet from Astraya, his boots stirring faint currents of air with every step. Father, Ghost, and Rose stood right beside him.
Father stood next to us, holding Astraya. "My little girl, you look good as new," he chuckled. (Didn't Dad know that was a reference used for materials rather than daughters? Sigh.)
"Kids, this is Lord Zedd Vintergard of Aetherhall fourth in line to the throne of the Aetherhall Kingdom," Father announced. "This is my son, Astraga Fula."
I nodded in courtesy.
"And this is my daughter, Astraya Fula, the one you've obviously tested today and heard much about from Ghost."
Ghost smiled, waving, being the more free-spirited individual he always was.
