"Before most people's time." He took a step into the hall, then another, his movements unhurried but no longer aimless.
"A war that ended when your grandfather's dragons, the ones he bonded before your father was born, tore the heart out of the last resistance and scattered their leaders to the winds. A decisive victory. So decisive that it was never spoken of again. Almost as if someone wanted it forgotten."
I was very still now, my mind racing through half-remembered stories, old maps, the fragments of history that tutors had glossed over with a wave of their hands. Nothing of importance, my lady. The Mines was a border skirmish, long resolved.
"We don't have time for history lessons," Prince Ford cut in, his voice tight. "Lady Seraphine, your father is in the eastern keep. We need to get to him, not stand around discussing—"
