The Dare of Dawn (Helga)

Maximus was glad to hear that they were taking the safety of the ladies of the castle seriously, as one damaged reputation could soil an entire family if given the opportunity. As Godric spoke, he ate quietly and far more neatly than most men. Occasionally he would even wipe the grease from his fingers on his riding breeches. He would wash the rich food down with his drink, careful not to have too much lest he fill up on pleasing liquid.

Though dreadfully tired, the idea of looking about the castle and seeing areas that might be of interest of his sister was very enticing. He nodded in agreement. "Aye, I 'ave laid eyes upon the library. Tis disorganized, but I think wit' a bit o' work ye will 'ave it in workin' order soon enough," he commented. "The amount o' knowledge in those tomes be priceless an' I was pleasantly surprised te see so many volumes."

It wasn't hard to imagine his sister learning here, even with the scant amount he had seen of the place. The library alone had been worth the long trip from the south. He knew his mother would be pleased as well, though his father might yet prove to still remain the hard sell. He was simply too attached and protective of his daughter. It was why Moira was not yet married at her tender age. The man simply refused to let go.