Describing my relationship with Count Hassimir Fenring is a challenge. He has always been a constant presence in my life, almost like a close and beloved uncle, yet I have never shared even a casual conversation with the man.
I know that his mother was of the Sisterhood and served as a wet nurse to both him and my father. Perhaps it was inevitable that their lives would be closely intertwined as they experienced many milestones together.
It's easy to see how a special kind of bond could form between two boys in such a situation—a bond that allows one to ask the unaskable of the other and to have it done without hesitation.
It is strange, then, that for someone who has been such a ubiquitous figure in my life, most of what I know of Count Fenring is what I have gleaned in parlors and at court. That his analytical cunning rivals the Mentats, his martial prowess rivals the Swordmasters, and his cruelty rivals my father's.