I stood by the window of my new bedroom that was inside the second floor of the castle. Room next to only a few more away from Margaret.
Lucian didn't try to take it any further after the initial warning he got, but still gave me the furthest room he could without touching my borders.
Pat Pat
Pat Pat
I saw rain pattering on the training grounds from the vicinity of the castle through the window. Even though the rain was falling quite hard, the intensity with which the soldiers trained didn't lower and even as they wet themselves, slid and fell, they didn't stop.
Hardened groups of soldiers, a martial city.
Not one that is ruled by an iron claw, yet satisfies people with its stern yet calm justice system. Quite a peaceful and lively city.
The one at fault for such a fantastic change is apparently not the one who's currently at the helm of it. It's Sarah, the mother of the two prodigies.
