"Just over ten years ago I sat on that balcony there." Fitz pointed to what must have been the tallest tower on the castle. "I sat on my mother's lap as she told me the names of the stars. She told me of the brave bear who watched over his little brother. Her favorite star though, the one she blew a kiss to each night was the one she claimed appeared the night her father had died. She told me that he watched over her, that the stars were her guardians. The next day she died." He sighed and leaned against the wall. "She was beautiful and then she was gone. The stars had not protected her at all."<br/><br/>He had spoken the last line to the star his mother had once claimed was his grandfather. His face had become devoid of the malice and been replaced by sorrow and anger.