Sumon Nathan raised his head and looked out, his gaze lost in the void."She's dead. She's gone."He closed his eyes, as if in pain, as if Sumon had just slapped him."She's been dead for five years and she's not going back, you have to keep going, you can't stay in the past forever," she said seriously, in a small voice trying to be as delicate as possible. She  didn't want to break him, not entirely."It's to look to the future that I sent Doreon away," Nathan sighed."What?" asked Sumon in surprise. "Do you really think I would be with him while you and I try to have an heir? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" the anger returned to hit her violently."You were stupid enough to talk about something like that in an open place where anyone could hear you!"Nathan  said through gritted teeth, turning to his and looking at her fiercely."But no one heard us!" he replied furiousl

The commander The commander passed between the barracks of the village, walking slowly overtook the structure created specifically for them, for all three commanders, placed in the center of the village. People were standing in line in front of the counters of their home, waiting for the bag with daily food to be handed to them. The guards were preparing what they needed. Some were positioned behind wooden tables and were arranging bags with food in front of them, while other guards were busy maintaining order and checking that no one disobeyed or created chaos. Everyone would be given food, regardless of who arrived first. It wasn't much, it wasn't enough for them, but the man couldn't do anything more. His hands were tied, there was no other way to help his people. He and his cousin, in four years, had already done everything necessary so that the people of Cynemon could rise up and survive until they found a way to take them away from that cursed land. Thanks to the friendship

"What did you do this time?" she asked, sighing without deigning to look at him."Maybe you were right. Killing the old man has unleashed some chaos." The man turned to look at her, the wind had ruffled her golden and pink hair and moved it in front of her face.His cousin sighed and moved the strands of unruly hair behind her ears before turning to look at him; her green eyes seemed to have regained color; her facial features were relaxed, and there was even a trace of hilarity. The good mood will not last much longer."What did she do?" she repeated."Apart from letting those witch whores do damage to Mihdel, after she also caused damage?" She sighed and walked towards her warriors, as she unfastened her belt tied to her chest."I saw the damage they caused, cousin." She took off the belt to which the two scabbards of the two swords she held behind her shoulders were attached, according to her it was more comfortable to carr

TarynTaryn watched Elhiàs Ackard, who returned her gaze, his icy blue eyes shining as they squared her head to toe."So," said Elhias, looking her in the eye, "I know you have a proposal for me, or so good old Practer told me." Then he pointed with his head to a man at the foot of the steps.The man was short and bald, with golden skin and very white teeth, while smiling at his king and nodding his head.Taront glanced at Taryn, silently asking permission to speak in her place. The Queen nodded imperceptibly, whereupon the Lord stepped forward and spoke."And it is Your Highness," Taront began.Elhiàs shifted his gaze from the queen to the young lord who had spoken. Taront had assumed a proud position, his chest out, with his head held high, he looked into the eyes of the young king, without showing any fear."And what is this proposal, Lord..." Elhiàs asked, peering at him with ice-colored eyes."Taront, Highness." The young man cleared his throat when Elhiàs nodded his head, giving

SumonThe city was in mourning. People didn't walk the streets, they didn't do markets, they didn't talk. It was a sign of respect for the late king.The streets were empty, the taverns were closed, even the whores were locked up in their brothels and no one went to visit them.The masters had sent letters to the lords of the whole kingdom announcing the king's death and Nathan's upcoming coronation, inviting them to take part in the celebrations, pay their last homage to the old king and swear allegiance to the new one: it would have been the perfect excuse to actually see who was against Nathan's succession and who was not; it would have been the exact moment to understand who to watch your back from and who not, even if it all came from an extremely sad event for Nathan.Her husband had spent the previous days in total silence and solitude and Sumon could only imagine how he felt at that moment.Three days had passed since King Urian's death. The body had been brought into the tem