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SO it was that Greyson, that good, brave, kind boy, became Sir Greyson. He stood before King Willis and pledged his honor and life and duty to the king’s wishes and the kingdom’s safety, and he led his men into peaceful lands and protected the kingdom from the invisible dangers that the king liked to fabricate so that he could assure the people of Fairendale that he was caring for their best interests, always.
Cora married a merchant man, a sailor who treated her kindly, and they bore a daughter together, a beautiful daughter with flaming hair and grassy eyes, every bit as talented as her mother before her.
And every now and again, when Sir Greyson made the rounds of the town at night, for there was not much for his men to do in those days, he would watch Cora through her window, sleeping soundly, alone. And he would wonder.
It is wonder, dear reader, that kept him alive, until the time of our present story.