"I was a boy of seventeen, yet possessed of the sort of steel-hard conviction that only youth can muster that I was as good as a man grown. I was entirely given to my appetites, boisterous and inconsiderate, and a downright embarrassment to my father and his court. I was, in other words, a young Daylish noble. And, like many young Daylish nobles, I was hopelessly, stupidly, recklessly in love."
—Pendrake Sommer, Duke of Tersing
