Hearing her tone take on a note of concern, Alistar placed the clothes that he had collected into the wash basket near her four-poster bed and then returned to the table. He detailed what had transpired in Caedmon's study with careful words, avoiding specifics when it came to the truth of his lineage. Even after all this time, he still hadn't explicitly told any of his friends that his mother was the fourth child of King Glenden, since he had promised his uncle that he would keep his parentage a secret.
Lessa spoke after directing a tepid glance at the door, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, you can't tell them who your parents are, and because of that they both might think that you're their son? What a difficult situation."
"When I first moved here, Uncle Caedmon told me that if our relatives ever found out about me then they would try to use me for their own benefit. I think he was right."
