The old knight's fingers tightened. "Ridiculous…" he muttered, exhaling heavily and forcing his heartbeat to slow. "He's just a boy."
He smoothed down his graying hair, straightened his tunic, and laughed quietly to himself—a dry, bitter chuckle that didn't reach his eyes.
A boy who's been a Lord for less than a month. He's too wet behind the ears, to expect my loyalty.
Knight Darius Vellon had served the Evermoon Dukedom for decades.
To be honest, the idea of a viscount wasn't that bad to him.
The issue was the type of viscount it was, and unfortunately, it had to be someone who didn't seem to understand the times.
