Lazarus sits in front of the roaring flames to chase away the morning chills. Breakfast is served at eight o'clock sharp, luring the inhabitants of the palace from their chambers. Callan is already feasting on his share when a bouncing Lyra bursts into the private dining hall, startling the servants who then giggle along with her.
"Morning brothers!" She sings in a high pitched voice as she seats herself gracefully besides Moira and Laura, "Morning twins!" She beams brightly and as always, the twins strain to keep civil.
Lazarus clenched his jaw in irritation. He could barely stand to look at them. They had become one disappointment after another. It makes him bitter, thinking about how he had vaguely hoped that Belavina would hear of the siege taking place on her sister's packs and co
