"This, dear, is Lucian McCoy. He was the one who carried you back to your room after you fainted." Seymour introduced the man to his daughter as she stared at him in confusion. She did not recall seeing him anywhere near her when she was on the lawn, nor did he look like any of the guards in their mansion. Seymour perceived what his daughter was thinking and he smiled softly. "He is a guest, Sylvaine. You do not know about him." "Father, is he the guest you were speaking of and to whose arrival the mansion was prepared for?" Realization hit Irene and she smiled at him warmly before she faced her father. "Yes, dear. Lucian was the one I was talking about. He is the son of a friend and he is here to take the examination for the Council of Ministry that will be held in a few days." Seymour

