_________ She reminded him of a red-breasted robin, proud but incredibly tiny. She wore her auburn hair in the style of most girls her age, which translated to wild and untameable. Her unpinned locks shielded him from seeing her face, but he blamed the southern winds coming off the coast for this inability. The salty sea air whirled around his cloak and through his hair, short cropped though it was. He sat with his family in the open Great Hall, each seated on a carved wooden throne, stoic and imposing, all assembled to greet the small child before them. He felt, rather than saw, their royalty pulsing from them like the current off the coast of Meer. His father, the brave Chancellor of Meer, Saelen Seaborn, sat silent and strong, a silver circlet adorning his short, sandy hair. His brothers, the twins, Dallon and Kallon, were characteristically beaming their bright smiles, their matching expressions full of humor and mischievousness. Skimming over them, his sea-green eyes mis...