Oliver Patrick - Part 4

With the departure of Asabel, that had come in more spawn of the Silver Kings. Tory Emerson was one such young Princess, of age fourteen. Another was Princess Marble Wyndon, the offspring of the Wyndon House. Both – quite wisely – kept their distance from Oliver, though they never made his life particularly difficult, nor did their retainers.

"…Quite right, my Lord," Verdant said, managing to collect him, albeit barely. He spared his Lord a glance as he managed to do so. "Still, to have you be the one to calm me like this, my Lord… It is quite shameful."

Oliver smiled wryly. "You mean to say that it is strange that I'm not throwing my fists around in anger?"

"Well, I wouldn't quite go that far, my Lord, but I would have expected to see some fragment of discontent, but you seem positively at ease," Verdant said.