"I see. If what you're saying is true, then it would explain why no doctors have been able to identify the cause of the illness."
Grandma has a nice, soft voice. I wish she would talk more.
Grandpa calls for the butler and then asks him to fetch the court wizard. Poor Gundmund. His knees and heart are too fragile for all this running around.
The next minutes, Halinard stays silent, lost in thought, and Thieda takes the lead of the conversation, guiding it towards lighter matters.
It's a hard task to do, as both she and Jyllian are curious about my and Lillian's lives over the past decade, and that life isn't a light matter.
"So Duke Addlington wanted to put a submission collar on you. The audacity!"
Uncle Jyllian's face is red from the anger. I think that if the Duke were in the room at this moment, he would be dead in an instant.
"But I used that to escape."
