Dream's death

Sinclair who hadn't overlooked the embarrassment she had faced because of his stupid son that chose not to welcome her, decided to speak her grievances.

"I learned that your son doesn't have respect for elders" She spat.

Benjamin's eyebrows furrowed. "Which son is that?"

"Lloyd" She responded briefly, her gaze fixated on the candle in front of her.

"Why didn't he come to see me? Am I too small for him?"

Benjamin chuckled. "I'm not sure why you think that mother, but of all my sons, Lloyd is most respectful" He munched on a chunk of meat.

He could never thank Rayna enough for the lessons she had given that boy, she was a good person, he knew but he often turned a blind eye towards her.

Just to protect her from the shadows lurking around the walls of the castle.

"His mother just passed away, so he's in the castle grieving" Benjamin added.