"I am not a Lich," Edwin repeated for what seemed to be the fifth time. He received the same answer as always.
A snort.
"Look, I knew there was something different about you. You are a Boliarin, true, but you are too young to be one. My bet is that king Valyr knew you were a Lich, but did not tell you, so he wouldn't have to deal with missing people. He probably wanted you to starve," the stairs seemed unending, but the further down they went, the more orange light spread over the staircase.
There were even scones with candles on the wall now. Edwin realized with a start that he hadn't needed them, and that Sebastian hadn't explained to him why that was. But, he had more pressing issues now.
"King Valyr gave me his son to raise," Edwin knew the sour taste of denial, and he was feeling it now. Still, he persevered.