John Forrest, Baron Forrest

“Mother wants me to marry Baron Delar’s son”

“Yours is coming soon enough. You’re so impatient!” She winked at him with a flirtatious grin. The cook scowled at Talis as if contemplating whether he should serve him or not. Finally, with begrudging eyes, he slopped the soup into a smaller bowl (skimpy on the dumplings and meat) and plopped it down in front of Talis. What was wrong with him? “I’ve got news for you.” Mara held up her spoon like a professor giving a lecture. “Though you’re probably not going to like it.” Talis slurped the soup, wincing at how hot it was. He grunted for her to continue. “Mother wants me to marry Baron Delar’s son”