Raven stood there like someone had just punched him in the soul.
His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Then, he blinked a few times, lifted a hand, and slowly pointed to the empty air like it might make a difference.
"I'm sorry. Did you just say… the progenitor of my family killed the Black Dragon?"
"Yes," came the simple, unbothered reply.
Raven staggered back a step. "You can't just drop lore like that! That's not a fun little side fact! That's a whole new genre!"
She chuckled softly. "Your reaction is amusing."
"Oh, I'm so glad you're having fun," Raven muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "You do realize the entire history of the Vaise family is a blank page until we became a ducal house? Like, people think we just popped into existence one day, all mysterious and powerful. There's no mention of dragons, gods, or saving the damn continent!"
