"I don't anything of your story aside from your life as a knight." Markos began, looking down at his hands as he tried to put together an answer that might satisfy her. As unsettled as he was, he did not want to disappoint his mother so soon after reuniting with her. "You are loved and worshiped by the men you encountered. Even your shadow carries a weight that draws people to it."
Krista watched him quietly, her eyes glittering as she let him mull over his answer out loud.
