"Lavinia Dragonborn…?"
"Who is he talking about…?"
"Has he lost his mind…?"
Whispers and murmurs began, and Morvain's expression faltered. She glanced at Zephyr, trying to somehow hide this from Zephyr, but it was already too late.
Zephyr was already grinning as he stared at the Men of the Watch.
For someone like Zephyr, that little hint was all he needed to understand the entire situation.
'No wonder there were no reports about any dissatisfaction.'
He muttered inwardly, finally realizing the entire situation. Ever since he received the reports, he couldn't understand one thing.
Velmourns and Dragonborns were 1,200 years-long enemies. Their hatred for each other ran deep. This was especially true for the Velmourns, who had been told that their current predicament was all because Dragonborns betrayed them and exiled their ancestors to this stone coffin.
Zephyr never understood how such people accepted a Dragonborn Princess and allowed her to stay in their land.
