Chapter 1: Tycondrius of Charm

Tycondrius returned home.

His convalescence took several weeks, even with the best magical healing Bella Sapphira could afford.

(And for those several weeks, Sorina worked without pay under Reynard's watch.)

He probably deserved a parade. 

The City of Charm would certainly want to throw him a parade. 

More than a few personages would be insulted if he did *not* get a parade.

Tycon passed that duty over to Cass.

Of course, she *said* she didn't want to go through the trouble. 

--which was an unequivocal lie. 

That young lady loved parades.

He wondered how she'd change in a hundred years or so, when her bloodline strengthened enough to stop her from that nonsense-- (the deceit, not her love of parades.)

But in the interim... there was little harm in allowing her to enjoy her selfishness. 

Tycon strode into the manor-- or the palace, rather.

He didn't recognize any of the guards.