Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Kyle shook his head, "Yes, sorry. I forgot about that. I've been locked up in the Pathfinders Guild for a while now, and it's making me a little loopy."

Carissa pointed at Violet. "Violet visited the Kingsley family today. They know she's Thomas' godsister. She can invite Darin out. I believe that even the Kingsley family knows Violet is connected to us. But if she brings along someone from the Farrell family, I think Madam Kingsley will agree."

Jacob looked at Violet with hopeful eyes. "I'm counting on you for everything, Ms. Spencer."

Violet was loyal and righteous, so she immediately agreed. "Sure! Tell me about her childhood, so I can bring it up when I see her. That way, I can gauge her reaction and at least get a rough idea of what she's like."

Jacob stood up, but Rafael quickly pushed him back down. "Stay seated."

Jacob tried to stand again. "No..."

He was met with another forceful shove from Rafael, accompanied by a sharp command, "Sit down!"

With a resigned sigh, Jacob explained, "I need to grab something-a toy from her childhood. I'll have Ms. Spencer take it with her."

Rafael withdrew his hand. "Go ahead."

bit carried away earlier. I hope you can forgive me, Ms. Spencer." "It's

come back from seeing Darin, and then she found a portrait of the same woman hanging in the study. It was shocking. It was her lack of experience, really-she never expected

It was truly shocking.

Spencer. I'll be right back." Jacob stepped outside, wobbling a bit as he walked. Once he was through the door, he bent over to rest his hands on his knees.

Rafael watched Jacob's retreating

sighed softly. "I've known for a long time about his search

of people, it's hard to find someone. Who would've thought they weren't separated by mountains and rivers, but were

firmly, "We can't be sure that Darin is his

and asked, "You met

appearance is exactly like the paintings-no doubt about that. When we met, she barely spoke a couple of sentences, but I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable. She walked slowly when she arrived, and hurried off when she left. At the time, I

she

you mean by that?"

like us there's a common trait among people like us that allows us to sense certain surface-level things about each other. Of course, I have no idea

entirely on board

I get that feeling. She hardly even looked at Thomas." Violet struggled to articulate her intuition until she finally landed on a fitting word. "Conflicted!

this