"Almost no one knew me mother were with child," Sybyll said slowly after taking a deep pull on the bottle of wine. "But me father, he told his brother Aiden when the second month passed an' mother didn'a get her moonflow."
"So yer grandfather, he brought the strongest wine he could," Sybyll said, shaking her head at how simply her father had been defeated. But then, he'd never grown up needing to defend himself from the people who were closest to him. He'd never had to watch the person sleeping next to him for a hand in his purse or a knife in his back. And he'd never thought his brother would turn against him instead of celebrating with him.
