While Miana made her way closer, Lord Wellow stood up again and lifted a well-dressed little girl onto the stage.

He reached the stage before her, but before she could call out his name he’d turned around and ducked down, now hidden from view by the other guests.

Noticing the Lord was heading for a small, highly decorated stage, where the actual ceremony would most likely take place later, Miana began to worm her way through the crowds once again, hoping to catch him. He’d often show his face at large gatherings of weddings, funerals, harvest festivals, and even at the odd summer and winter solstice. While High-Born, it wasn’t unlike him to attend such events as today, either. Just him, and from the look of everyone present, not one of them would wish him ill, unlike a few of his social counterparts back in Alpha. No soldiers or mercenaries to jump in and protect him at a moment’s notice. His visage was honest in his respect for all those around him, despite them all being lowborn, and there were no guards on the ground to boot. Yet here he was, at the wedding of peasants no less, and on top of everything, by his own choice. While a high-stakes political murder hadn’t occurred in the last twenty years, at least not without Miana trying, that didn’t mean you could relax for a moment around the deliciously dastardly High-Borns of the Boundary’s upper echelons of high society, especially so when out in the street. The real threat wasn’t from the majority of the denizens of Alpha, no matter how poor or wretched their meaningless little lives might be, but rather from the other Members of Parliament. He was making his way through the crowd, who, unlike for her, were more than eager to let him by unmolested.īack in his and Miana’s home city of Alpha, the City of the South where Parliament sat, Lord Wellow would never have ventured outside the walls of his fortified city home without an armed, army supplied escort or large, privately paid for posse. It was his fine, Alphan-red Parliamentary coat, his clean, white face amongst the many tanned faces, and his styled-back, light brown hair that gave him away. There he is, she thought to herself, her eyes locking on to the sight of none other than Lord Callum of House Wellow, Member of Parliament and Lord of the Fifth Province. While laughing at the sight of her youngest trying to capture one of the twins unsuccessfully, she finally spotted today’s prey.

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