She read the documents once more, as she marched surely through the huge corridors of her castle. Her second in command walked close behind, answering firmly all her inquiries. “How many?” “Enough to pose a threat, sire. Some towns have suffered a few attacks. The insurgents have noticed our… diplomatic…

Another day… Like in many others, she halted in front of the door, to then take a deep breath. Her claw pushed slowly, and she invited herself in. She had expected to see Bastian moping again, perhaps near the desk, or in a dark corner between furniture. Much like his…

There was another wheezed growl. And again, it was followed by a faint knock and an appeal. “Please…” There was no answer, once more. But his intent was clear, he would not get out. I won’t. There was no light inside the crypt, not a trace. Yet, if he opened…

The coldness was unbearable. But that, he still could not recognize. He could not perceive the screaming, the fervent arguing, or the echo of a grief-stricken voice that roared to be left alone. He did not feel the strong hold of the arms that carried him, nor how they let…

The smoke and ruin tainted his vision. He raised his hand over his lidded eyes, having trouble discerning his own fingers. All he could see was black and red. The sun was setting, and not even the gleams of the fire could pierce the thick shadows around him. He could…

He really loathed hiding all day and night. It was an oppressive feeling, one that he considered underserved and unjust. Bastian sighed and looked over his shoulder, still a little paranoid. His mare let out a huff as he pulled at the reins to make her halt, in order for…

The man got out of the cart, limping. Bastian looked all around, still wary, even if they were far away from the castle and village. No one should see them, not under the shade of the trees. He had directed the cart away from the road, towards the edge of…

One week... seven days were not much time. He could not roam in these lands forever; he and his clan would have to leave soon. Great shame would befall any lord who stayed past their welcome, and he would not let that happen. Still, he could not allow himself to…

His eyelids felt heavy, and he was lightheaded. Once more, he splashed some water onto his face, leaning by the washbasin in his room. A loud sigh escaped him, because he did not manage to soothe the sudden cold shudders he was feeling. His vision was growing foggy, like if…