169 Three Years Can Do A Lot

Three figures stepped into the conference room and saluted Velvund as soon as they laid eyes on him. Although they were nobility of the North, none of them had enough status to ignore the former King of the East's presence.

Velvund waved his left hand and said, "Come now, don't be so rigid, you three. I would never hold my grandson's darling friends to such formalities. Please, come in and take a seat."

The first to respond to Velvund's words was her, the one in between what seemed to be her personal escorts -- the other two fellows in military uniforms. She had grown considerably since Reed had last seen her, to the point his mind froze when he laid eyes on her. In truth, she had always been a humble beauty in her own right, different from the cold, elegant flower that Astrid had been.