Ryn was on Daphisio's mind, as she had been since he received her letter that Daemyn knew of her existence. Admittedly, he had not inquired with his son about this news, waiting instead, for Daemyn to confront him. It was quite possibly a cowardly thing to do on Daphisio's part, but he was not ready to talk about Ryn with any member of his family until he absolutely had to. Oh yes, he knew the truth would come out at some point during the year in Kingswood, but he felt no need to rush it.
Daphisio walked over to the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked outside. It was a bright day, and there was already plenty going on within and outside the castle. And his eldest son was still in bed, nursing a hangover. It was bad enough dealing with Janna, but Daphisio could tolerate that. What he couldn't tolerate was his heir publicly indulging in such debauchery within Elkwood.
He was silent for several moments before sparing a glance toward Daemyn. "Do you know what your brother has been doing while you are off chasing skirts and embarrassing the Taraias name with Janna?"