Rightful Heir

A small boy stood before a towering man, his muscles rippling beneath his worn tunic. A wide-brimmed hat shadowed his weathered face, but Gael could feel the weight of his gaze.

"He told me my mother was his daughter."

Gael's voice was soft, almost fragile. Yet to Lando, it landed like a boulder hurled from a cliff, shattering the stillness of his thoughts. A wave of unease rippled through him.

"How does he know?" Lando's voice was rough with disbelief. His brow furrowed deeply as his mind raced.

Gael clutched his chest, fingers wrapping around the jade pendant hidden beneath his tunic. Slowly, he pulled it out, the green stone gleaming under the sunlight as he studied its intricate carvings.

"Is this really from my mother?" His voice wavered, uncertainty creeping in.

Lando exhaled sharply, nodding. "You've had that since you were a baby. Your mother believed it would bring you luck."