"You set the entire wing ablaze knowing Gwyneth lives there?" I looked Father in the eye resisting the violent need to look down at the ground, to accord the Tor the respect due.
"Yes."
"Why?" I never justified myself to anyone yet my training obliged me to give honour to my father and king.
"I did not do it for Gwyneth's benefit. She could burn for all I care -"
"Mikhail, I have raised you better than to speak ill of those who care for you." Father sighed. He looked to his left.
Concealed in the shadows was a man tapping his fine shoes. Nico never had time to spare. He behaved as if standing there while I spoke to our father for five minutes would kill him.
"Gwyneth has not raised me to care for much." I turned away from Nico. "Do you care why I did it?"
"Do I care why you se
