He started down the stairs and since my hand was still on his arm, I stepped down with him.
“My name is Ramond vi Everard. Son of Lorest and Elia Everard. Lord of Selva, Cataren, and Audiar.”
He took a step.
“Wielder of the Fatefire.”
Another step.
“Lord Commander of the Selva Knightage.”
Every time we moved, he delivered a new title.
“Lord Commander of the Everard Knightage.”
Step.
“Commodore of the Falcon Fleet.”
Step.
“Duke of the Realm.”
And that told you exactly how little he valued Rellas’s title. He had put all the Selva-related honors first.
“Lord Protector of the Northern Coast.”
Step.
“Ruin of the Okula.”
He got that title when he stopped the Third Invasion. Sauven had to officially bestow it on him because of the historical precedent, and it had nearly killed him to do it.
“Owner of three castles and one hundred fifty thousand kare of land.”
Although he ruled the whole of Selva, his personal lands were the size of South Carolina. I knew that one from the forums. What was next, his prized Pokémon card collection?
We’d reached the end of the stairs and continued down the hallway toward the stairway to the basement.
“To summarize, I’m powerful, wealthy, and unattached.”
So nice of him to throw that last one in there. Not unmarried. Unattached.
“Interesting choice of words.”
He stopped by the door leading to the basement staircase. “Your turn.”
“Maggie of no name, poor, titleless, and landless. No fleets or castles.”
He flashed a smile, like a hint of a lethal blade in the scabbard. “You have some titles of your own. You forgot Undying.”
“Yes, well, there is that.”
“Keeper of Secrets.”
Funny he should mention that.
“A woman of interesting fashion sense . . .”
