Chiron Stormblood stood near the eastern edge of the gardens, his eyes tracking the movement of nobles with the casual interest of a predator watching prey that held no immediate threat. Duke Alaric approached after he met with King Eric, two glasses of wine in hand.
He offered one to Chiron, and the legendary warrior accepted with a slight nod.
"Your son has changed," Chiron said without preamble, his gaze fixed on where Jack had been standing moments before.
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