Marix had spent the next morning in his office, informing Lieutenant General Briggs of Eilownia's confession.
Briggs flopped into the opposite seat, his face astounded.
"An illegitimate daughter?"
"Or so she claims. What do you think?" Marix asked, "I have a few loose ends in my mind about it."
Briggs nodded, "You said she had scars all over her though. Would an illegitimate daughter have such scars? Especially the daughter of a noble..."
"Especially the daughter of Lord Evans." Marix said, shooting Briggs a knowing glance.
"King Solus' right hand man. Second in power only to the King of Sola himself." Briggs looked up at Marix, wiggling his mouth from left to right.
"A predicament indeed."
Briggs thought for a moment, "So what of the scars? I guess if she snuck out as she claimed, being unattended at the festival makes sense. If Lord Evans was trying to protect her, maybe he didn't tell her of the war, I guess it would make sense if she didn't know that too."
