Eamon
I sit down and take a large drink; the syrupy sweet taste of elderberry fills my mouth and tickles my nose unpleasantly. I'm processing what he just said, and it's stuck replaying in my brain: his wife, his son. Gavin knew about them? "I'm confused, your majesty. Perhaps you can enlighten me a bit better?" I fight to keep my tone flat. I don't want to give anything away; it is better to let him tell me before I betray myself too much. Gavin takes a long breath, trying to steady himself. "I met her on accident, my Melantha. I was wandering lost in the woods, and there she was. She was so beautiful and strong, so much more than I am. She was better than me in every way. I was a better man just knowing her. She hated me at first, and it took me forever to win her over. When I finally did,
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