“No, he is not,” Olivia said. “You just made us all suspicious over nothing. Admit it.” “I'll admit it only after I have slaughtered the Prefect,” Harold said. “The Prefect's life and death should be all we strive towards, not petty quarrels.” “Are you serious, Harold?” Olivia asked. “We need to remedy this now!” “No, we don't,” Harold said. “We have a great war ahead of us. That is all that matters. We can settle our disagreement with Emil after all is settled. That way things will be resolved at the right time - when we know we have a future outside the rebellion, and not when things might go either way.” “But Emil is our friend,” Olivia said. “Yes,” Conrad said. “But he needs time to cool off. He might not have to join us tomorrow. Distrust on the battlefield is always a disaster. If he fights with us, it will be as an independent collaboration, not as one team with us.” “I can't believe this!” Olivia said. “Do you want to bail out as well?” asked Harold, looking serious. Oli
A long time ago, it had been a very long day at the market. Harold's parents were attending a meeting of elders at the chief's home, so it was up to the young Harold to take care of their business. He saw to it that their shop remained open until sunset when it was time to close. His father was a part-time blacksmith, while his mother was a woodcutter in her spare time. They sold their products every day at the market, and whenever they were summoned for a meeting of elders, Harold was responsible for putting things in order while they were gone. When sunset came, Harold closed down the shop, putting things in order as quickly as he could, also making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. Normally, his parents would return around this time, as meetings didn't typically take this long. But Harold chose not to worry about it, knowing there was always a good reason for irregularities like this. He put every valuable item in his bag and left the less valuable things in the shop, shoving t
Harold struggled to get up, barely recovering from the pain. “Why do you keep doing this to me, Olivia?” he asked. “Shut up!” she said. “We both agreed that you wouldn't bring up what happened that day to anyone!” “I know,” Cyrus said. “But is that why you did this? I don't think I'll ever recover from this pain. You have no idea how painful this is, do you?” “At least it serves you right for breaking your promise,” she said as her reddened face slowly became normal again. “You are evil,” Conrad said to his sister, still trembling in fear from a safe distance. “Not you too,” Olivia said as she looked at her younger brother. “I guess you have endured torture like this several times from her, haven't you?” Harold asked Conrad. “It gets worse,” Conrad replied, and his sister became emotional, almost shedding a tear. “You are so mean, little brother,” she said as she wiped her eyes. “I thought you loved me the most.” Now Conrad felt bad, and as he came closer to comfort her, she
Right after the meeting with the council of elders, the Prefect summoned Lucius, the acting figure in charge of the city's military in the absence of Philip. Oddly, though, he wasn't summoned to the court as usual, but rather to the private areas of the building, mainly the balcony of the Prefect's private residence. There he was, where Natalie would usually be in the daytime, staring into the darkening skies. Lucius came there, feeling slightly uncomfortable that he would be called into this place at such a time. Thankfully, when the prefect looked back at him, he was smiling and holding two cups of wine, gesturing for the captain to have one. Reluctantly, the captain went to his side and took one of them after giving a bow of respect. He gulped the drink and was amazed by its taste. “Amazing,” he said as he stared at the wine in the cup. “I know, right?” Kendrick said. “The fermentation was just right with this one. There will be more if you want.” “Thank you, prefect,” Lucius
Felix and Richard were alone with Cyrus in their room. Cyrus was fast asleep while Felix and Richard were having a discussion, sitting close to the entrance of the room. They were talking about their last spar, and Richard went on to apologize, explaining himself further. “I think you are the only one who understands me whenever I say that I don't like conflict,” Richard said. “Others get the wrong idea when they see me in a fight.” “Because when you indulge yourself to go the extra mile, you become unstoppable,” Felix said. “That was why you couldn't hold yourself from hurting me a bit during our spar. You were trying to hold yourself back while trying to be tough on me out of necessity, but you couldn't control yourself. I understand.” “Too bad Cyrus didn't,” Richard said. “Well, you can't blame him. He doesn't know you as much as I do,” Felix said. “Besides, if that weren't the case, you might have killed me, you know?” Before Cyrus could reply to that, they saw a female serva
Natalie placed a hand on her belly, feeling the knot down there tighten even further. It was a pain she liked, one she wished would last forever. If this was what love felt like, she wanted more of it. She loved Cyrus, and she knew it. Unsure of what the people watching might think, she held herself from doing what she wanted, and the same was true for Cyrus. Each of them had a deep urge to bring their faces closer and do what they were afraid to do. Not here. Not now. Natalie did not know what to say, and all of a sudden, it became hard to even look at Cyrus, even though she enjoyed being there with him. Cyrus understood this and stood up, taking her hand in his. “If your father gives me his blessing, then it means you will be leaving him behind soon,” Cyrus told her as she got up. “As you know, my friends and I aren't staying here forever. We will be leaving soon. And if we are to get married, you would have to come with me because I don't know if or when I'm coming back.” Nat
The prefect had just escorted the new commander out of the building and was returning to his bedroom when he noticed Cyrus and Natalie having a good time together. Being curious, instead of opening the large protector and making a loud sound, he stood there to watch what would happen through its metal bars. He watched as Cyrus escorted Natalie to her room, and took note of the way she reacted around him. It was obvious at this point that his little girl was in love, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. About a minute later, he opened the metal door and entered. By then, the courtyard was empty, and the only people he saw were the guards positioned at varying lengths around the inner perimeter. Just ahead of him was his room, and when he got there, the guards bowed to him as he opened the door to enter. He was getting ready to lie on his bed, taking off his outer cloak and hanging it on his chair when a familiar shadow was cast upon him. He looked up to see that it was the mole. “
“Emil hasn't returned yet,” Harold stated. “Perhaps our suspicions of him were right all along. Maybe he is the mole leaking our information to the prefect.” “Or maybe he just stormed off because you made him angry,” Olivia countered. “I agree with her, Harold,” Conrad interjected. “We didn't act properly. It's our fault he's not here when we need him.” “He's our friend,” Harold argued. “If he knows how important today is, then he should be here. It's most likely that he knows and yet refuses to come.” “There has to be a good reason,” Olivia insisted, looking at Harold. “Don't you hate the way he talks about Emil?” “I can't deny that I hate it, but he's right in some sense,” Conrad admitted. “At least for a time as important as this, he should have shown up and put our differences aside for the moment.” Olivia sighed. “How about giving him more time?” she suggested to Harold. “He'll surely come around.” “Are you listening to yourself, Olivia?” Harold retorted. “The war is suppos