Prince Bradford of the Holy Clan

Bastian took a deep breath and sat down in the couch across from her. He looked at her eyes as the fire bounced off the sides of them, and only made her green eyes more intense. Bastion clasped his hands and leaned over his knees. “You understand how much pressure we were under?”

“ I recall.” Alexandre’s gaze was steady and calculated. She was watching his every move and micro expression.

“When Bradford was born, there was a great uproar as he was born with a veil. as you know, only great casters are born with veils. Your ladies and waiting had one job and that was to keep you calm while I had the time to make sure that this child would be viable. The elders of the clan had told me that any child born that would not be powerful and viable would be an embarrassment to the clan, and therefore must be sacrificed to the healing waters. I wanted to do everything in my power to make sure that our children would never meet that end. So there was a time I hid Bradford away. My goal was to