Dream

I was sitting on a bench in the garden with the late Duchess. I don't know how I knew this but I knew we were waiting for someone. "Mom, who are we waiting for?" I asked the Duchess.

She smiled. "Your father."

I froze. "My Dad? The Duke?"

"Yes. He'll be here soon."

I frowned. If this was a dream, wouldn't he already be here? "This is a dream, right?" I asked feeling stupid for even asking.

But she answered! "Yes, he found out this is the only way he could speak with you."

"Okay." I fell silent for a minute. "I wish Lord Flame didn't kill you."

"Me too. But he was jealous of Griffin so he changed sides." She sighed. "Roland always knew how to hold a grudge."

I blinked. "Roland?"

"My younger brother," a male voice said.