Ingrid Calderalth, the High Judicar of House Calderalth. His sister.
She stood at attention on the platform alongside three others, overflowing with confidence and regality, as she always did. Yet Zephyrion failed to understand.
She had attended the Academy and become a Tempered. She had served in the military and risen through the ranks. She had earned the title of High Judicar at such a young age.
At Calderalth, holding one of the most influential positions as the High Judicar, there was nowhere better for her to be. So why was she here?
He couldn't understand what was going through her head. So many illogical moves. He hated it. He hated not knowing.
Then he realized this was why she hadn't said anything to him before he left the house. The thought somehow filled him with warmth, but he crushed it immediately.
