"Valeron the Second's blood is much purer than our own, and once he grows up, his power will be unmatched. To make matters worse, he's so little that every idiot will think they can be a Regent until Valeron becomes of age." Sylpha said.
"That's not the problem." Lith replied. "Valeron is not going anywhere unless he wants to, and I doubt he wants to leave. He knows of the Council and that I'm the only one who can protect him."
"That's… too clinical an analysis for a baby." Meron weighed his words carefully.
"Baby or not, I can assure you that Valeron understood enough not to leave any love between us. At least on his side." The pain in Lith's voice was palpable. "What worries me is the thought of a bunch of idiots surrounding my property.
"Of having pitchforks and torches on my doorstep, wielded by people dead set on making my life and that of my family even harder than it already is. I've called you to inform you of the recent events and to warn you.
