King Caltevyn smiled. “Lord Irrik, you are no longer tied to my father’s house. I release you from your blood oath to the house of Ir. You are no longer to be called Irrik . . .” Irrik’s eyes widened, and he flinched as he turned back to me. The color drained from his face as the king finished speaking. “You revert to your own house now, Lord Tyrrik.” Lord . . . Tyrrik.
