Chapter 632

The valet named Fenton replied respectfully, "Sixty-three years, sir."

"And your daughter… I heard she's doing well in Morhen?" Godwin asked.

"More or less." Fenton nodded, chuckling. "Word has it that she's the leader of the Martial Alliance or some thingamajig. We'd never understand what the young ones are up to these days."

Godwin turned toward his valet and old friend with a smile. "Well, Frank's alive. Does their betrothal still count?"

"Of course, my lord. I'll send word to my daughter right away and have her depart to Riverton and protect Master Frank immediately."

"Good." Godwin nodded in satisfaction but soon shook his head and sighed. "Danger lurks in every corner of Draconia. We can only wait until that silly boy comes around!"

"He's wise beyond his age. He will eventually understand your plight, sir."

Both men were still speaking when a uniformed soldier suddenly entered.

"Sir!" He saluted Godwin.

"Report." Godwin was suddenly the figure of authority from earlier.