Nimbus Summit i've got a vision in these eyes of mine

Qeorvik was spoiled -- not that he was complaining -- but it was an ironic development given his mother's ambivalent feelings towards him. His rising greed and princely contentedness were direct results of her coddling; an act of compensation, at best, for the disheartened stares she gave him that he could not yet perceive.

All he knew was satisfaction. No work, all reward.

He was smoothed handsome and over-tended, falling fast asleep. The Tatkret boy remained undisturbed, even through Raelle's familiar squalling and Lilia's melodramatic wails, as if already used to the sweet sound of quarreling sisters. It seemed that almost nothing could rouse or upset him at this moment.

quick cameo!