I don’t know much about the situation, but two years ago, right after entering the Elsinorian royal guard at the same time Callum did, Rafe was discharged. The papers reported medical reasons, but there were also ugly rumors about his uncle covering up for desertion. Rafe’s lips press into a thin line, and a frown ghosts across his face. He recovers a moment later and finds his smirk again. “I’ve been fine. And I’m sure the royal guard was just fine without me. After all, they had you.” “So, what have you been doing with your free time, then?”
