“I feel sorry for Benjimir,” Tari said. Gwendafyn nearly gaped at the Evening Star. “Sorry? After everything he has done to you and Sir Arion?” Tari shrugged with her whole body. “He was the first one who dared to dream of something beyond tradition—even before Arion and me. Though his actions were dishonorable, I can’t help but have some sympathy for him. He reached out and failed.” Tari stared down at her hands. “It’s more than most are willing to do these days.”
