Hearing the young lord's laughter, chills raced down Graegor's spine as he drew in a sharp, cold breath. This was just beyond him.
He exhaled, giving up entirely on trying to figure out the young lord. Everything about him was just beyond him.
He could see now why Greyson sent him to protect the young lord. He was too great of an asset for him to risk any harm coming toward him.
And beyond that, with everything he had seen, he could confidently say, the future of House Greyson lay within the young lord. But now, looking back, a wry smile trailed across his lips.
He doubted the young lord had ever needed protection. If anything, he felt pity for anyone who dared attack him while he was in the middle of his breakthrough.
He had a feeling the young lord would welcome them willingly as a sparring partner. Sighing softly, his head shook slightly, still reeling from the monstrosity.
