"I have no idea what you mean, Your Grace." Cedric tried to force a steady tone, pulling his broad shoulders back to project an air of injured innocence. But the twitch in his jaw and the sudden, guarded tightness around his eyes betrayed him completely. Aurelia could see straight through the armor of his composure.
"Even though House Valecroft is a military family," Cedric continued, his raspy voice rising slightly, "can we not also possess an heirloom with magical properties? We are an ancient line. Our ancestors fought alongside the other founding houses when the Gods created the tournament to determine who will lead. Is it so unbelievable that a relic of power might rest in our hands?"
Aurelia let out a soft, sharp scoff, the sound echoing lightly off the high stone archways. "I am certain many ancient houses treasure such artifacts, Lord Cedric... but not House Valecroft. Not after your history."
Cedric's chest stayed frozen mid-breath.
