As dashing as ever

"Frost?" Cristian's eyes flickered as he recalled a viscount who had sworn allegiance to him. He didn't give the Lord the power of decay so Frost escaped the slaughter after his death but even before his demise, Cristian barely maintained contact with him.

To think the Lord had left such a secret message was beyond his understanding. As he scanned deeper, the face of a young man, barely eighteen years old, appeared.

'If he's alive, he'll be a lord with over two hundred years of experience, is he still loyal?'

While Cristian pondered paying Leon Frost a visit, Erika's voice slithered into his ears, snapping him out of his train of thought.

"What's the message of an Athelstone doing in your castle?"

Lowering his gaze, he took a step forward and then hummed. "Maybe that's because I'm an Athelstone."