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Noctaryn’s head tilted at Chevalier’s mention of want for a brother or sister. So, you are another of Viskani’s sons, then. He was not apologetic for his warning earlier, regardless of the fact the man was of Viskani’s blood. They were his to protect now, and Chaudry had shown him that he needed to be wary—even of family.

A girl, he finally answered, allowing Chevalier that knowledge, Her name is Chandra.

He nodded, not mentioning that the man had already given his name. 

Good to meet you, Chevalier. Name’s Noctaryn; I am Viskani’s— His words paused for a breath, searching for what he should call himself. Viskani’s lover? Friend? He wasn’t sure exactly what they were—sweethearts, if anything. He finally landed on his title, pulling himself a little taller, clearing his throat. I am Viskani’s Majordome, her second.