Finally, we're moving to chapter 46 at last! This banquet lasted quiet some time, huh? Please let me know you thoughts on it in the comments!
“I have a question.” Just as Dinah sits down, she looks up with dark eyes gleaming with curiosity. I take a seat by her side. “Go ahead.” She leans back as much as she can, until her feet hang slightly above the floor of the gazebo. The fur of the cape brushes her jawline, and Dinah looks ahead i
I give a slight shake of my head “They’re sent away early on. Or killed.” Her silence is near unbearable. I reach out to touch my fingers to the side of her face, touching her as gently as one might a glass relic, turning her face to me. “There’s no point in being upset about something out of our
Dinah huffs out a breath, blissfully unaware of all the thoughts in my mind. These thoughts that caught me off guard too, would surely give her the shock of her life. The idea of telling her is almost amusing. “Fine. If you say so, I’ll take your word for it.” She says grandly “You said to the Emp
“How have you been finding your stay, Sigmond?” “Thank you for asking, Your Majesty. I’ve slept better under trees.” “Hmph. It’s a shame your tastes are too crude to be accommodated in a palace.” “If the walls all over the imperial city were a little thicker than paper, perhaps I would stop heari
“We know this must be a heavy decision for you, Your Majesty.” I say somberly “And we’re aware of how many lives are at stake. Thank you for putting your faith in us despite that. We won’t let you down.” The Empress Regent lets out a long, long sigh. “I hope, for everyone’s sake, that it may be so
“This reminds me of old times.” After changing into more appropriate clothes, Zen and I sneaked out of the Crystal Palace. Here in the forest behind the Palace, with only the two of us and Sparrow, I’m reminded of that first travel from SeraphFall to Aquiliona. It was one month ago. It feels like
Something about this place, of former glory, overrun and ruined by false accusations, makes it feel reverent. I glance at Zen, but his expression is as inscrutable as ever. For a moment, all he does is stare at the ruins ahead. His home. The place he was supposed to grow up in as the young lord of
“Wow. Your family has some serious hoards of weapons.” I say, pure awe in my voice “The Sigmonds were a military power, huh.” “Indeed. Our warriors were usually at the forefront of every war Greten has ever had to face.” Zen says, and he observes the walls and the tables “My father was a veteran wh