Orb's Year 941
It didn't seem to make a bit of difference... he didn't see any patterns yet...
Dresden's distraction left his children to fend for themselves, which had largely been the case their entire lives. Only now he no longer had sweet Faelyn to watch over them.
"What are you doing, father?" Holden asked when he spotted his father sitting at the table, as though dinner would magically appear.
Dresden glanced back. "Isn't dinner ready?" he asked, confused.
"No meals?" he asked, "Why not?"
Holden shrugged, "Faelyn was always the one to cook. None of us know how to cook yet."
Dresden was surprised. His children had been surviving on snacks and leftovers! This wasn't a proper way to live!
"Gwenevieve! Gwendolyn!" he called out. "Come! We're going to dinner!" Orb's truth, his children would have a decent meal!
"Hello," the man said, staring at her intensely.
Gwenevieve frowned, "What are you looking at?" she hissed.
The man shook his head. "I'm sorry. I... I knew your mother..."
Gwenevieve shrugged. "Do you know where she went to?"
When the man shook his head, Gwenevieve turned her back to him. Useless man!
Orb's Year 942
Faelyn couldn't help but wonder whether it was truly her that he missed... or someone to do the chores around the house.
"Very well," Earnest answered at the same time Faelyn exclaimed "Wonderful!" They glanced at each over at smiled half-heartedly. The truth was things were a trifle awkward as they learned to feel each other out.
"And plans on the big wedding ceremony?" he asked. Again, Earnest and Faelyn shared a glance as they mumbled something.
"Gwendolyn?" she said softly, following her into the kitchen.
"Yes?" Gwendolyn asked, turning towards Faelyn.
Faelyn sighed and fumbled for the right thing to say. Finally, she just said, "Dinner was wonderful, thank you."
Dresden nodded, but Faelyn already noticed the far-away look in his eye that he got when he was about to spend hours before his scrolls, scratching away on the parchment.
Orb's Year 943
"I did, too." Haydin said. "Let me know when you'd like to come visit the abbey again. I'll come get you."
"I will!" Gwendolyn grinned.
That knowledge would have saved Gwendolyn a good deal of guilt and agony, believing that she held a tendre for her dear cousin.
Gwenevieve was that when she was in a bad mood, she took it out on everyone! After everyone left, she grabbed her brother and tormented him.
"Fine! Fine!" she screeched. "Let me go!"
Holden strutted to his room and shut the door.
Orb's Year 944
"Holden?" he heard whispered from across the yard.
Glancing up he saw Samantha.
"I can't stay long. Father will wonder where I've gone."
Holden wished he could gaze into her eyes all night. "Promise you'll come see me as soon as you're able!"
Samantha stroked his cheek. "I promise, Holden!"
What an interesting place to leave a missive, she thought absently and she leaned down to pick it up. Not recognizing the seal, she'd pried it open. She absolutely adored secrets! Her father was certainly privy to many secrets in his position on the intelligence council.
Her children... ? Gwenevieve wondered. And then it hit her. She was not Dresden's child! No wonder she had always felt so different! She and Gwendolyn were half-class children that Dresden tried to pass off as his own to avoid looking like a fool! It explained so much!