She felt the connection to him in that look; saw what she knew her mother saw. The male without a crown. Agalhor was a fierce warrior and protector, loved by his people, feared by his enemies. And Faythe… She was half of him. Or at least, she believed she had the potential to be, strengthened by the pride in his eyes, which she allowed herself to accept, but which left her at a complete loss for words.
