"You know I can't do that. That relic is a guarded secret of the Valecrofts. You're now a Valecroft by marriage, so you know how important it is. The head of the Valecroft house centuries ago didn't know how important that relic was. If he knew the power of that relic, he wouldn't have given it to the crown as a peace offering," Cedric said through clenched teeth.
"What else do you want me to do? I've journeyed back here and met people I didn't want to meet because I wanted to help you. And once that vault opens I will help you retrieve your precious artifact. Don't you think I've helped you and done my duty as a Valecroft?" Rimea fired back sarcastically at him.
Since she got married to this man and had lived in northern Virelia with him, that relic kept coming up in conversations with his family. Every gathering, every private dinner, every argument somehow circled back to the same bitter grievance.
The crown owes us.
The crown stole from us.
The relic belongs to us.
