My mind starts racing. My belted was a swordsmiths son? I look at Hunter, searching for an answer, but he just stares down. Hunters' father was well-respected in our realm. He was traveling to our neighboring realms to negotiate with the other rulers. As far as I knew, he never was a swordsmith. So if Hunter wasn't my belted, who was? My heart starts to ache, is this why Hunter used to avoid me? He knew? And what did my father offer to him? My body sits frozen.
"Lord Theo, what does this have to do Hunter?" I try to hide the imminent pain in my voice, but fail. Hunters' hand moves onto my shoulder, as he gently tries to reassure me.
"Insignia, it doesn't matter. It was a long time ago." I listen to his voice, he too tries to mask the pain. Theo stares at Hunters' hand, uncoherent murm
