Chapter 11: The Awakening
Zarek entered the hall with measured calm, a subtle smile playing on his lips. Though merely a butler by title, he was reputed to wield the greatest influence within the Wargrave family, second only to the Primarch himself.
Within the rigid hierarchy, the Great Elders stood next in authority, followed by the Elders. Yet Zarek had shattered this order. He held no formal rank or title, but his role as the Primarch’s personal butler and trusted right hand afforded him unparalleled power.
Like Lyra, Zarek had been assigned to the Primarch from birth. He had stood by the Primarch’s side from the very beginning, saving his life on many occasions during his youth.
Though only a butler by title, none dared to underestimate or confront him, fear of the Primarch’s wrath was enough to keep all in check.
Of course, Asher learned much of this from Lyra. During those four days of confinement, he did far more than eat and sleep and exercise; he pressed Lyra for every scrap of knowledge she could offer, determined to understand the intricate web surrounding his family.
"Forgive my lateness, Tenth Sun. I hadn’t anticipated the matter I was attending to would take longer than expected," Zarek said smoothly, a composed smile lingering on his lips.
"No problem, Zarek. A short delay is hardly an issue," Asher replied evenly.
Zarek inclined his head and approached the pedestal. "You are already familiar with the process, Tenth Sun. There’s no need for me to reiterate it, unless you wish me to?"
Asher shook his head firmly. "No need. Let’s begin."