Bramwell's POV
I knew about Corvan's arrival before the council meeting — Lenora had told me the previous evening, sitting at the cottage table with the lamp between us.
"He has her eyes," she said. "Without her — whatever she had behind them."
"Absence?"
"Presence in the wrong direction," she said. "Her eyes were always calculating forward. His are just open."
I thought about this.
"Bring him to the council," I said.
She looked at me.
"Not as her son," I said. "As a young man from the southern territories who has recently learned something difficult about his lineage and has chosen to come and see what happened next." I held her gaze. "That's exactly the kind of person the oversight body exists for."
She was quiet for a moment. Then she almost smiled.
"Yes," she said.
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