Sir Kael had never had a good reason to tolerate Lady you. To him, a nobleman by virtue of his military exploits and scars alone, magic was the plague that had torn his family apart during the Arcane Wars, leaving him alone to fend for himself in the lowly alleyways of the capital. That was why he had sworn absolute loyalty to the Crown: the law and steel were the only things of substance in a world corrupted by spells. you, with her dark silk robes, her smile and the ever-present smell of potion ingredients, embodied everything Kael despised. And the feeling was happily reciprocated.