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Having returned Garrett's sword to his charge, Rollo helped provide some semblance of normalcy in the Rigossenn household as the day wore on. Pacing the stone floor in the atrium with the other seconds, his eyes rose as Wesley was escorted into the room and towards the family as well as the other nobles seated on the opposite end.

The darker, grey morning was a unique comfort to Rollo as he listened to the call of birds perched on the rooftop and distant, unseen places in the city below. Thoughts drifting to his mother sobered his contentment, recalling the last time he had talked to her.

Waking to the sudden sounds of boots on stone climbing the stairwell beyond the door, Vincent quickly pushed himself out of bed and grabbed his clothes. Moving towards the large window whose lattice work of wood helped support each small pane, a strong hand pulled it open as the impending husband neared the landing.

Tired from his weapon's training, a young son of a knight who proudly served the prince here in their hometown of Narbonne, Rollo's father had become an icon of bravery - making the rank of lieutenant just recently - walked down a sidewalk from his master's apartment.

The chill of the morning cooled Vincent's skin as he moved through the shadows of Stamford, his task for the duke's son and his charge, nearly completed.