The Soldier

Leon could hear a commotion outside his gate early in the morning. He groaned as he moved just a bit too suddenly. Getting old was not his favorite thing to do. Massaging the tight muscle sending warning signals of pain up his back, he walked to the windows of his bed chamber. Inching the shutters open, he blinked blurrily before his eyes landed on a man in rags. Leon yawned and glanced back at his wife, Sheena. She had come home from a hunting party last night and claimed his time. He smiled as he remembered.

"Brenna Covel." Leon stilled when he heard that name. Sheena and Brenna had been dear friends before her death. His wife had spent an entire year in mourning and insisted on raising Brenna's child as her own.

Kason had been a timid child when he came to the manor, but after a few weeks with his son and Chez's grandson brought him out of his shell. But if this man were asking about Brenna…