Instantly after, Ulric and Mira turned to stare at Alaric. Surprise painting their faces.
Mira even more so. In all of her life with Alaric, she had never seen him like this before. Was it because of the green stone pendant on the youth's neck? Was it very special?
She thought, her eyes fluttering rapidly in surprise as her gaze shifted, alternating between the dark-robed youth and the old man.
At the side, Alaric muttered beneath his breath, slipping into a mindless rave.
"No… this… can't be possible… it couldn't!" At least he chose not to believe. If it was, that would mean his mother was royalty… and if so… that would extend to the dark-robed youth before him too.
The sheer thought made him lean back into his chair. His face reeling with multiple emotions. Before suddenly a light sparked across his eyes, followed by a chuckle as if everything had suddenly fallen into place.
