King of Griffindale

Chapter 83 - On the Road to the Emperor

The next dawn came, and Cyrus was already up, and Lydia prepared him a bath. After cleaning himself, he got back to the main room, put on his clothes, and strapped back in his armor. He wondered how he managed to get himself to sleep when still in full armor.

Perhaps he was just so tired that the pain didn't bother him, although he was now paying the price for that, as his shoulders and hips ached like he had been laboring all night.

While Lydia set down his breakfast at the table, she took note of the armor once again. “That is a nice armor you have there”, she said. “Even better than our grandson's. And he is of a higher rank than most soldiers.”

“Interesting”, Cyrus said. “No wonder you said I remind you both of him.”

Then Icarus came from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Good morning, young man”, he said after yawning. He got down to the table, wanting to cut out a piece of the bread on the table.

Lydia