Nicholas remained quiet for a moment, as though carefully weighing his words, before finally saying "What do you think of lord Alexander?"
"The Ruinous Dragon?" His mother asked in return, her eyebrow cocked slightly at the unexpectedness of her son's query.
"Yes." He nodded in confirmation, stealing a glance at her for a moment, silently gaging her reaction; for unlike most, Nicholas never wrote off his gentle mother's counsel, as he believed her even wiser than his father in certain situations, and all because of one simple trait she had, a characteristic that such a precious few truly possessed.
The forgotten and abandoned virtue of humanity, the ability to simply listen.
