Chapter 9
Raneld gently put his hand on my shoulder. “Aivor Royan didn’t trust anyone, ever. Or so I’m told. It has nothing to do with you.”
I just shook my head, but I was glad of his offered comfort all the same. I knew he was right, yet my father’s refusal to trust me still stung, just as his refusal to publicly acknowledge my paternity had always stung.
“My father didn’t trust me either,” said Raneld, his hand still on my shoulder, but his eyes distant. I could sense a thread of sadness weaving though his usual calm.
“Is that why you’re out here, and not back in Wiefeld?”