Aeron kept staring at Nyella who lay on the floor sobbing. His eyes were full of pity and sorrow, but he did not know what to do or what to say. He remembered too well the feeling of losing someone close. He thought of Varek's death, the hole it had left in his heart, and he imagined the pain Nyella was in now. To lose a father was one thing, but to know he had been slaughtered in his own palace, in his own home, by those who should have feared him, that was a wound beyond words. Nyella wept uncontrollably.
Aeron clenched his fists and then turned to King Rollo. "We must help her get her revenge. We must reclaim Ivarion as soon as possible. The capital fell only because the king had sent most of his soldiers here. He trusted us, he gave us his strength. The least we can do, for his goodwill, is to join hands and crush the enemies who did this. We must see that his daughter ascends the throne."
