She casts two nonverbal incendios at the braziers, the room filling with heat and light, and a the crackling sound of burning wood. "My sweet summer child. Welcome to the Citadel. This is everything me and your father built. But we didn't build it alone." She moves to him and sits next to him, taking his hands into hers, to warm them up. "You see, there was another woman. Fierce, and formidable. Adele." She says the name wistfully, like a former addict, recalling an old drug. "She and I were married, and she had a daughter, Tessa." She explains, pausing so that Morgan can keep up.