From the moment Cherion Antel had first set foot in the North, Zarius had known there was something deeply unusual about him.
The initial intelligence reports sent from had described a shallow, spoiled, and thoroughly obnoxious young noble, someone who threw wild tantrums over spilled tea and lacked both the spine and the intelligence to navigate high society. Yet the man who had actually arrived at the Valtrane estate was the complete opposite. He was quick-witted, remarkably resilient, possessed an astonishing reservoir of holy healing power he barely seemed to comprehend, and carried an unshakeable, quiet warmth that constantly pulled people toward him.
