“Ah, and this must be the little page boy you were talking about.” The old priest suddenly said, turning his attentions to Cameron. “It’s really nice, much nicer than the quarters we live in.”
Jude merely nodded. Lady Ava, who was seated next to the King, did not seem very happy, however, and neither did the other Lords. But luckily, no such thing happened. He couldn’t blame them, the armies of House Darcy, led by the cruel and violent Edward Darcy, had fought and spilt the blood of their own country men in battles over the past months. Jude had also never really had friends his age, and so he hoped that the both of them could become good friends. Lying on the bed, Jude was looking straight down at his toes as he considered how he would approach this, and from the corner of his eye, he could see Mathilda already looking at him expectantly, waiting. Rise.”
Jude Darcy rose to his feet and looked up to King Dresden.