"And yes," Jaenor continued, "my house fell. We were betrayed, destroyed, our name struck from the rolls of nobility. But I am still an Arkwright, and I carry that name proudly. So when pathetic lordlings like Caelum try to use me to hurt Morgana, when corrupt advisers like Barda Vorn think they can insult her with impunity, they're making a grave mistake."
"You people think Arkwright lost its glory, and there are nothing but a stained house.
Hear me loud and clear: from this moment on, I will make the Arkwright house prosper again, and it will be a power that makes all those who doubted us regret their actions. The Arkwright name will once again shine brightly in the halls of nobility, and those who underestimated us will learn to fear our strength."
His voice boomed in the halls of the castle, and his energy swept like a wave, making everyone shudder. He was speaking with a controlled rage; every word hit them like a slap on their face.
