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…
All was under control; he still had time to fix things. Nothing would escape his grasp. It was only a simple human… One that could ruin everything, if there was a single spark of remembrance. Luckily, he seemed quite relaxed in her domain, so he did not ponder the past…
He let out a scoff as he turned a corner, his expression hinting disgust. Not too long ago, he would glare at her brethren, but now that aversion had faded. It had to, considering they were nothing compared to the idiots that roamed. He kept seeing them, walking through the…
A sigh escaped him as he glared at the tray on his hands, which was full of goblets of wine. After a few seconds, he contemplated the messy kitchen again, grimly. The servants were working arduously and begrudgingly, hurriedly. This time they showed dislike for their servitude, an uncommon feeling…
He watched the fields below calmly, seated on the edge of a tall wall. He had a perfect view of the horizon and the figures that crept from it. Every moment, they would be a little closer, headed for the castle. His eyes narrowed, never one to appreciate the sight…
Her eyes showed nothing but anger, which was not easy to control. She wished to clench her claw and rip the letter into pieces, erase it from existence. Letters never brought good news, not since she suffered her first and last defeat as a human. She hated to see any…
He watched attentively, hiding in the shadows cast by the sunrise. The medic of the castle was setting a stand near the storage’s door, upon which he placed many instruments and a lot of flasks. There were needles and small scalpels. Bastian leaned there at the arcs, contemplating how the…
She peeked in carefully, warily. Her eyes narrowed, because she saw none of her underlings, the main kitchens completely void. Good. She walked in slowly, her imposing figure still able to be sneaky if she so wished. No one saw her get out of her chambers and lurk towards this…