Elwyn could see him greet Aesar with a smile, before his eyes went over her. His face turned serious, as he obvious didn’t know her, and he scanned her as he seemed to try to figure out who she was. Her throat felt dry and her chest heavy when he looked at her and even Aesar seemed to notice. In the corner of her eye could she see him open his mouth, as to say something, but Belmyrs spoke first.
  “I see you have a king’s guard pin, but I can’t remember you. You are not dressed as a guard either. Who are you?”
  “Elwyn. Your father, king Thanithirl, gave me this pin, as I swore my loyalty to you as a little prince, my king.” She touched the pin, a deer’s head surrounded by a garland of flowers, as she went down on one knee before her king and bowed.
  “I might have heard your name before. Which family do you belong to?” He asked as he reached out a hand for her to take.
  Aesar answered before she had a chance. “Elwyn’s parents weren’t married when she was born, my king, but we strongly believe she’s of the Immeril family.”
  She simply nodded to Aesar’s words as she took Belmyrs’ hand and got up on her feet again. Elwyn could tell on his gaze that he hadn’t lost his interest in her, and that he didn’t judge her for being born a bastard.
  “I still don’t know how there can be a king’s guard I’ve never really spoken too. But I know that’s not why you’re here now. Tell me.” The king said as he let her hand go, and turned his back to them as he walked over to a window.
  It had started to rain out there over the garden, but the rose,s full of life out there, made her realize how this place were so far away from the rest of the world. How protected it was. Even the rain seemed normal here. Elwyn stepped up to his side to gaze outside with him.
  “I’ve traveled all over the world since I became a guard. I’ve met all kinds of people, as my purpose has been to keep an eye on our place in this world. To tell Aesar if there’s anything for us to worry about, or anything we can do to make the world a better place. Lately the world has turned worse, and I think all the good people of the world have failed to protect the weak.” She paused to let her words sink in to his mind, to give him time to think about what she told him. She could tell he listened to her, so she continued. “I don’t need to tell you the history of our world, nor about the slaves on Senkei. And I’m sure you have heard of the magic rain by now.”
  “I’ve heard rumors about the rain, yes. Are you sure it’s magic?”