The throne room was a bustle of activities when Lavern walked through in the double doors. The members of the Brotherhood could be seen left and right, casting their winged snake insignia over everything, even over things that weren't be cast over.
The older Winchmore was unminding of them though, just walking straight up to the throne to sit on it. He would correct the Brotherhood mistakes later, he assured himself, but that moment was for something more important and far more pressing. Reflection.
Thing is, contrary to what many believed at the sight of him, Lavern loved Cyrian; a lot, in fact, if he was ever asked. It was everything to him. Where he had begun his life, where he hoped to lay in rest after his death, where he had experienced the best of his life, and, of course, the wo
