"Or at least, there wasn't"
"Oh?"
The Queen leaned in, her fingers steepled and eyes glittering with intrigue, prompting Selaphiel to continue.
"From what I've heard from my daughter-in-law, he was a normal boy before he escaped from home. He became a witness to the collapse of Drakensmar, and, from what we've gathered from the Third Prince, also sailed the Devil Sea."
"Yes, I know all this"
The Queen said coolly, waving a hand.
"One of my guards was there the whole time."
"Ah."
Selaphiel paused, her mouth opening then closing. Of course. The Queen's reach seemed to stretch across every corner of the kingdom.
"That can't be all you have to say, is it?"
"No, it isn't."
She drew a slow breath before continuing.
"I got to see him in battle up close today. His swordsmanship—it's completely unique, but… it bears heavy traces of elven technique."
"Hmmm"
The Queen hummed thoughtfully.
"And?"
"Well, you see, I've also seen him use healing magic before. The elven kind."
