Snippet #2388963

Sebastian kept his smile glamming as his daughter entered the room, and placed herself over the artist’s shoulder. “Tis fine Gen, just being preserved for posterity.” He chucked slightly as the painter reminded him to remain still. He smoothed his facial muscles and took another deep breath. “It is an ode to your Grandfather, Gen.” he told his daughter, whom with her passion for books was surely well aware of his own father “The Great Lion”.

His eyes looked back to another man standing in the doorway; at first he did not recognize the younger man. It wasn’t until he introduced himself as Desmond when it snapped. He hadn’t seen the young prince in years, not since the boy was no more than a child. Sebastian always thought of the lad as the son he never had, it would bring him great pride to be able to call him son in-law.

“Desmond, I hardly recognized you.” He said still stature like, “Pardon my informality,” he explained. “I wasn’t expecting you till tonight.” He told the lad and pointed to his daughter. “I don’t believe you’ve met my daughter Genevieve.”
Sabastain frowned at a strange sound, “Is that a Swan?”



Regan smiled as she kept her little secrets to herself, she knew many ladies in the castle thought she was mad or something she wasn’t of course, but it was fun to make them think so. She nodded as Mattie went off, and smiled as she promised to take her ridding. “Oh goody, I haven’t ridden gummyshoes in so long!” she squeaked.