"If that is the sad truth these days," she said gently, "I refuse to accept it. So long as there are still good people like you protecting our kingdom, there exists hope for Frell."
"How did she take it?" Loosing one's own brother, even if he was a half-sibling, would be difficult on anybody. "How are you?" Angie was prompted again with a nagging sensation that Owen probably didn't know about his sister's death, and if he did, was taking it remarkably well.