My father, Lord Kendric of Yfair, was the second son of a second son. He had no gift for sorcery, no inheritance and even less of an inclination to serve at Court. He delighted in simple pleasures, fishing, riding, hunting but a man must make his way in the world.
It all began innocently enough. He fell in love with a girl named Estelle, the sister of the Duke of Cerrin. Of course, being only three steps removed from the Emperor himself, Estelle was destined to be wed to a very important man. My father knew very well that all of the wealth or power he might ever possess would have to be earned in blood
and so he chose the path taken by most ignorant young boys with dreams of riches and adventure. He became a soldier.
To his benefit, he was a competent rider and a decent swordsman. He survived his first four year of service, rose out of the poor degenerate masses and was ennobled for valor on the Steppes of Naarin. He eventually swore fealty to the Duke of Valsarra and fough