The Ligrel clan had arrived; it was the day the king dreaded most. When he walked in and saw a protector of the Ligrel clan sitting in his study, he paled.
"Protector Klienn" the king gulped. He did not bother to ask how he had gotten in without the palace guards finding out. This was after all, the Ligrel clan; entering a little palace in this small kingdom was nothing.
He paused at the door and looked at the elderly man. If not for his grey hair and wrinkled skin, one would have not been able to tell he was elderly; because he was as tall as ever and sat firm upon his seat. No one in his right mind would assume him frail or weak.
"What's this about Helen marrying?" Protector Klienn asked and the king visibly gulped. But thinking back that this was Lady Wickshire's wish and he was supp
