“Sounds like things have been busy without me.” Rachel said.
Jason nodded, sitting across from her in a small parlor. “Luckily everything finally seems to be calming down. Most of Malador’s followers have been killed or imprisoned.”
“I’m glad.” She replied. Finally she decided to ask the question which had been on her mind since she first arrived. “Jason, why do you think I was pulled back?”
“I wish I knew. I keep trying to tell myself that there was no special reason, but I think we both know better.”
“That’s what worries me. From what you’ve been telling me, everything in Lyrian in actually good for a change, so why does it need me?”
“It would take a better man than me to figure that out. Speaking of which, I need to send a message to Galloran to inform him of your arrival.”
Rachel nodded and watched as Jason summoned a servant and told him what to write. It was sealed and the servant left promising to give the paper to their fastest rider.
“Now that’s over with, what do you say to a celebration? After all, you’re home.” Jason stood up.
“That sounds like heaven.” She said. Deep inside, however, something was eating away at her. She didn’t think of Lyrian as her home. At least not anymore.
When Jason said celebration he meant it. Rachel was expecting a small banquet with a few nobles, but it ended up as a region wide feast with people from miles around coming to welcome the lady.
It lasted for hours and by the time it finished, Rachel was ready to collapse in her bed. Jason had ensured she was given the best suite in the castle. Most of the guests had already left for their rooms when she exited the banquet hall so she was surprised to see someone waiting for her.
“Lasmer.” She said in shock.
“You don’t have to call me that. I would prefer Rachel.” She told him and he nodded.
“I was wondering if I could escort you back to your room. After all a lady should never wander alone at night.” He explained.
She agreed and put her arm in his. There was very little conversation between them as they walked. Rachel busied herself admiring the renovations in the castle since she had last been there. Lasmer focused on the path ahead.
“Here we are.” He said as they stopped in front of her door.
“Thank you Lasmer.” She replied.
“I should be thanking you.” He told her.
“For bringing me along. Inviting me to the feast. My greatest wish has always been to be a great knight working in a castle like this.”
“And why can’t you be a knight?” Rachel asked.
He laughed. “I’m a farm boy. No lord would ever employ me. Anyway it is getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.” She called as he walked away. She entered her room and went straight to bed.
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