Bartholomew sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of him as his eyes took on a far-away look.

　　He had known Greyson since he was a young boy, and seeing him develop into the man he was today filled him with pride. 

　　To think that he was going to be thrown into the midst of the Royal Family and the tribulations that they were facing made his heart hurt a little, but there was no man more capable, and more loyal than Greyson was in his opinion.

　　"Commander Greyson is a good man, my Queen. You have nothing to worry about from him." Bartholomew answered finally...