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Her sister, Emmeline, who she had never considered as family before, was increasingly becoming more like a sister. They would spend hours talking about their future ambitions, the type of men they wanted to marry. Trista discovered something she had never considered before
that her sister Emmeline was a person, just like her and capable of emotions.

When her younger sister wondered out loud, "How can I tell if he's an honest man? He has to be honest and good-looking is that possible?" Trista couldn't help but smile at her young naivety, although she herself held similarly futile dreams. An honest man, she knew, was quite a paradox.

Besides for the growing situation of her adulterous step-mother, Trista considered life to be much more enjoyable than before. She found a new job, serving ale at a tavern, and no longer had to struggle for breath in coal mines (although she was frequently the object of harassment by inebriated men.)

It was at her new job that she was able to meet Lord Clemmings who, unlike his brother, did not consider himself too great to get drunk in common alehouses. She also found that they had something in common
their mutual dislike for his brother.

"He is vile being, him and her both. My father is a good man," ranted Trista one night after her shift, holding a folded apron close to her blue dress.

"I have not doubt that he was," replied a solemn Lord Clemmings, or Grant, as he preferred to be called.

"What, in the Gods of hell did my father ever do to was?"

Grant looked at her, his gray eyes startled, holding a deep sadness "Dear, child woman did you no know? No, but perhaps I should not be the one to tell you."

"Tell me what?" Trista's voice came out as fierce as a man's.

"I am sorry but your father was he in the 3rd march of South Malathia?"

"Y-yes," Trista's voice trembled, "of course he is"

"I'm
so sorry," he sounded sincere; "I wish I wasn't the one to tell you this but they were attacked by north over three months ago there was no survivors."

"But why?"

"I don't know, Trista, sometimes war is inevitable and other times I think it's greed and false hopes in men most soldier don't know what their fighting for."

"No, not war, I'm not stupid, I know there's no damn point in war why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Surely, I thought you knew. Especially with your aunt running around like this
as amoral a woman I think she is, I know she would never do wrong to your father she cared for him deeply."

"Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Think."

And Trista did so, for the first

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