Lord Merrick's POV
I finally managed to extricate myself from Lyra after what felt like seventeen years of her enthusiastic commentary about weapons, architecture, and her apparently endless list of accomplishments.
The girl was relentless.
And clearly desperate in a way that made me uncomfortable.
So I'd made some excuse about urgent business requiring my attention and practically fled to find Sheena.
The High Priestess was easy to locate - she had a presence that made tracking her down simple, like following a thread of power through the castle's corridors.
I found her in one of the main hallways, examining a tapestry with intense focus.
"Sheena," I called out.
She turned, and her face lit up with a smile.
"Lord Merrick," she greeted warmly. "I have to say, I keep getting confused between you and your brother. The resemblance is truly uncanny."
