“Did you hear? Owen Summers apparently broke down in tears during training.” When Sylvia stopped by the Knights’ Order on an errand, the headquarters was abuzz with a rare excitement. The topic of conversation, however, was far from what she had anticipated. It was not the news of Heston’s engagement, which had dominated the previous night, nor was it gossip about Sylvia’s dramatic exit from the princess’s tea party. It was about Owen Summers, who had suddenly burst into tears before a wooden dummy during afternoon training. For a man known to remain dry-eyed even at funerals, the reaction was immense.