As Saint paced endlessly across the floors of his chamber, the weight of the scroll in hand was pressing down against his shoulders. How had it not occurred to him to ask who the old man was and what his exact relationship with his father had been. It was a weird encounter with the man because he remembered the man had mentioned that he had worked under his father and but Saint had not remembered seeing him anywhere around his father. He vividly remembered all the people that had worked with his father when he was still alive and ruler of the Dragon clan, including the ones that had betrayed the clan and had been kicked out. "Maybe I should ask uncle Magnus, surely he would know who the man was. But how can I describe him to uncle?" Saint placed his finger on his chin, tapping away absentmindedly as he continued to pace around. He suddenly paused in the middle of the room and held out the scroll in from of him. He had not opened yet like the strange old man had instructed him to.

Immediately after the small feast which had turned out to be a huge one, preparations were being made to take out one more clan. News had gotten to the powerful figure who was the mastermind behind all the activities of the other clan that Saint had taken out another clan and he had been wrong about Saint's silence. There was no longer time to hold back and Saint was not going to listen to anyone who would tell him to hold back, especially Steward and Gerald. "I can't believe we already going after another clan after just taking out the first. Now this is the kind of fun I'm talking about!" Sayid said in delight as he got his weapons ready. "Do not let it get into your head, Sayid, one slight mistake could cost us all!" Gerald warned, utterly disgusted at the mere display of his over confidence. "Pfff, I know that!" Sayid scoffed and returned to sharpening his sword. "What now, Saint?!" Gerald turned to ask Saint who was staring out into the distance with his hands behind his ba

As soon as the meeting was over, Saint had the men dismissed and promised that they would have another meeting soon to delibrate on the issue. He was surprised to find out that as soon as he left the study room, dusk had already befallen the clan so he began making his way into the chamber with the intention of falling asleep immediately. Saint lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind refusing to let him rest. No matter how much he tried, Victoria's face kept appearing in his thoughts. The way she had looked at him the last time they had met, the way her voice had trembled slightly when she spoke—it all played over and over in his head. He clenched his fists, frustrated with himself. He had been through countless battles, faced enemies who wanted to tear him apart, yet it was Victoria who had the power to disrupt his peace.It was strange because he had not had the chance to think about her amidst the chaos and the thoughts of her was suddenly clouding his memory. Determin

Victoria’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she felt as though she had woken up from a dream. The walls surrounding her were nothing like the lavish rooms of the Zlate villa. They were made of rough stone, cold and uninviting, a clear indication that she was no longer home. Her head throbbed from the struggle that had brought her here, but strangely, no one was guarding her. The door to the room where she had been left was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of dim torchlight to seep through.She hesitated at first. It could be a trap, she thought. But as time passed and no one came to check on her, curiosity took hold. Slowly, she pushed the door open further and stepped out. The hallway stretched before her, illuminated by the glow of torches fixed onto the walls. The place seemed deserted. There was no sign of the men who had taken her, no harsh voices ordering her back inside.Was this an oversight? Did they simply not care what she did? Victoria could not tell.Her heart pound

Saint could not hide his astonishment when he realised that there was an opening at the end of the entrance and a car with a driver in the front seat was waiting patiently for them. Gerald and Saint both exchanged puzzled glances."I think we should turn back now!" Gerald leaned toward Saint to say, "...and you're not going to make us get into that car, would you?" He added as didn't ignored the first thing he had said. "You know that I can hear you both, right?" The strange man said aloud, his voice ringing through the trees. Saint suddenly paused in his tracks. "Tell us where exactly you're taking us to. If I find out that there's a trap for me waiting ahead, I will not hesitate to rip your head from your body." Saint threatened. The man suddenly stopped walking and turned around to face both men. There was not a single trace of fear in his face. "Understood." The man said, nodding his head and continued walking, expecting the both of them to follow suit. Gerald's eyes widened