"Oh, my pumpkin, good morning," Orven Draven said as he stood from the table and embraced his daughter.
He was taller than Vesha, and the white strands that had crept into the sides of his dark blond hair gave him an air of wisdom rather than age. The ice-blue eyes she had inherited from him held the same quiet clarity.
"Good morning, Father," Vesha replied, returning the hug while casting a subtle glance at Adyr.
Orven noticed and smiled. "Come now, say hello to Sir Adyr. I believe you two already know each other."
Still trying to process the situation, Vesha turned to Adyr and offered a graceful noble's bow. "Good morning, Lord Adyr."
Adyr stood as well, placed his right hand over his chest, and gave a respectful nod. "Good morning, Lady Vesha."
"Come, sit down," Orven said as he returned to his chair. "Sir Adyr was just telling me how the two of you met."
