Thank you so much for being kind and patient. I appreciate your votes and comments. Sorry for the long silence. We will still be in Kavistan in our next update before we return to Belvaria. Please bear with me. 🙏🏾🙏🏾
RonanThe meeting venue was surrounded by soldiers, their presence impossible to miss. Armed guards stood watch at every corner, and I couldn’t help but feel a knot of worry tighten in my chest.The sheer number of military personnel made me question our safety. Was it even safe for Joseph and me to be here?My mind raced, but I forced myself to stay calm, knowing it would be foolish for the Kavistanians to harm us. After all, we were messengers, and attacking us would be as good as declaring war—exactly the thing we were trying to avoid.It would be reckless, I thought, for them to kill two people with no real significance, just to start a war that could destroy everything. They had to know that. Joseph and I were just two among many; we were merely pieces in a much larger game.In Jorvik, there were at least twenty other lieutenant generals like us. We weren’t special. We weren’t the ones making the big decisions, and in the grand scheme of things, our lives didn’t carry much weight
Ronan"This might sound crazy," the Colonel began, her eyes flicking from the map back to us, "and we haven't been able to fully confirm it yet, but we believe the Belvarians are planning something massive. A strike so devastating that it could alter the balance of power. And we suspect they’re working closely with the Greygots to pull it off. Think about it—what better way to weaken the countries that defeated them than to turn their allies against each other? If Jorvik and Kavistan go to war, both of our militaries will be severely weakened. We’ve already been hit hard, but our wealth in uranium and superior ammunition have kept us secure. Your government has benefited from that strength as well."Her voice grew heavier with each word, and she sighed deeply as if the weight of what she was about to say was almost too much to bear."Kavistan is barely hanging by a thread," she admitted, her tone revealing a vulnerability that wasn’t usually seen in high-ranking officers."We’re fight
Ronan"As you know, Ms. Mussolini and I were dating, and we were planning on settling down," I said, my voice steady despite the tension I felt rising in the room.General Yousef, however, wasn’t going to let it slide. "When you say 'were,' does that mean it is no longer so?" he asked, his sharp tone cutting through the air.I took a breath, forcing myself to stay composed. "What does my personal life have to do with this meeting, please?" I responded, choosing my words carefully. I didn’t want to give too much away, and it was clear that answering his question directly could lead us down a path I wasn’t willing to tread.The room fell silent. The weight of unspoken questions lingered between us. I could sense the shift in the air, a quiet contemplation settling over the group as they exchanged glances. The General and his officers then began speaking in their native tongue. They probably assumed Joseph and I wouldn’t understand, but part of our military training required us to learn
Ronan“When the Marakatim raid a village, they do it to recruit new members,” the Colonel said, her tone heavy with the weight of the revelation. “That’s how Arya was recruited."I forced myself to act surprised, but inside, my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe Arya had been drawn into something this dark and dangerous. The Colonel’s eyes flicked toward me, as if gauging my reaction, then continued.“You were a target, Lieutenant General. We believe that there are Jorvikian and Kavistani military officials who are deeply embedded in this group. If they’re planning revenge, it’s very likely they are already infiltrating your country as we speak. The only reason Arya wasn’t detained when she entered Kavistan is because of her Jorvikian passport. Had she entered as a Kavistani national, she would have been arrested immediately.”The weight of her words settled over me. Arya’s newfound citizenship had protected her, but it also left the responsibility of her investigation in our hands.
Ronan“We were able to find this footage from six years ago,” General Yousef began, his voice heavy with the weight of what was to come. “A supermarket owner brought it to us a few weeks ago. He said he was going through his security footage archive, looking for the image of a thief who had robbed his store, when he stumbled upon this. There’s no audio, but the video is clear.”The General nodded to the Colonel, who moved to play the video on the screen. As the footage began, my breath caught in my throat. The image on the screen hit me like a punch to the gut. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. There, dressed like a Kavistani soldier, holding a gun and forcing a man into a van, was someone I never expected to see.I couldn’t breathe. My mind refused to accept what my eyes were seeing. His face was unmistakable. It was him—there was no doubt. But how could this be possible? It was like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I looked over at Joseph, and his face
RonanReturning to my room, I found it impossible to steady myself. My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and grief. I knew I needed to keep it together, especially being in a foreign country where eyes and ears were always present, but it was hard to shake the weight of everything I had learned. Erin—alive but possibly lost to the other side—was a thought too painful to fully process."Come on, let's grab something to eat outside," Joseph suggested, his voice steady but low. I knew he wasn’t hungry. He just wanted to get us out of the building, somewhere we could talk without the looming presence of surveillance."I miss their cuisine here, and the scenery is great, too," I said aloud, playing along for the benefit of anyone who might be listening. It was true, though—they had excellent barbecue, rich and smoky. But I barely cared about the food right now.As we walked through the corridor, I couldn’t help but glance toward Arya’s room. Where was she? What was she thinking or pla
CamilaStaying at the Morosov estate was like living on the edge of a knife, a constant tension that weighed on my chest every second of the day.Every step I took felt wrong, as if any small misstep would shatter the fragile peace.The new rules General Sergey enforced at breakfast the day before haunted me—Madam Melania’s icy glare, the way her lips thinned in displeasure. I knew, deep down, she would never forgive what had happened.Even though General Sergey insisted I should join them for meals, telling me not to worry, I couldn't bring myself to do it.The idea of sitting across from Madam Melania, feeling her cold eyes on me, was unbearable.So, for every meal after breakfast yesterday, my mother took Katya to the dining room, I found a way to slip away, to make myself disappear. It was safer that way. I didn’t want to upset Madam Melania any more than I already had by just existing, and the staff—once indifferent—had grown sharp and hostile since the General had imposed his n
Camila"I do not want to upset you, Madam," I said quietly, telling her the truth. I knew, deep down, she was uncomfortable with me eating at their table, even if she wouldn't admit it."It doesn't bother me," she replied, her tone calm but cold. "As long as you're clear on your place, it won't bother me at all." She paused for a moment, as if weighing her next words. "Besides, Sergey thinks I've bullied you into avoiding meals with us. Please make sure you're there for dinner tonight."Her words were a command, thinly veiled in politeness, and I nodded silently. She then turned sharply to Mirabel, her eyes flashing with something darker."And as for you," she began, her voice icy, "the next time you report these people to me, I will see to it that you and your husband are thrown out on the streets. I can see your malice. Was it really necessary to lie?"She didn’t wait for Mirabel to respond before walking away, leaving her standing there, frozen and humiliated.It was clear that wha