“Santhia. Santhia Valkhaene, daughter of Shanteclaire and Vhiktor and a free woman from this day forward.” She was breathing heavily at first, but it slowed and the Lysanrin would let out a hefty sigh. She ignored his kind gesture, holding on to the wall as she pulled herself. “I don’t need any of ...

The lord was sound asleep when she returned to his lounge. It was strange how quickly elders could fall asleep, especially after such an event. Gregory had no idea whether or not Eitan had exited his home carefully yet he was snoring away on his big comfy chair. So there wasn’t a need for her to gu...

“I don’t need you to commend me.” She could finally see the man. The Lysanrin passed by him so many times only giving short enough glances to recognize the color of his skin and other features like his hair to give a short description if she needed to in a time of dire need. She could finally take ...

Fverard could care less about what he assumed to be threats. He was most likely no higher in society than the man investigating him, but he believed his wife’s last name would act as a raft in a situation that would leave him stranded. Although most members under the name were long gone, including ...

“Hey, who’s asking the questions around here?” Santhia scowled at Florian as she tried to dodge his questions with one of her own. He was kind and seemed trustworthy, but she didn’t want to tell him about her past. She did not want to think about her family either since she misses them so much and ...

“I’m sure he does.” He said. Gregory’s brows furrowed further, it was becoming harder for him to hold his composure, but then again he wasn’t so good at holding it in the first place. The old man greeted Eitan with the full intention of being a kind, gentleman folk. He wanted to see Eitan as an equ...

He was surely a stubborn boy that wasn’t so easily convinced. Florian reminded her of her youngest brother back home, who refused to see anyone’s point of view but his own. Santhia always summed it up to him being nothing more than a brat, but her eldest sisters would blame it on him being the baby...

Santhia kept her eyes lowered, standing behind her lord she noticed the small ticks made with his left foot. Gregory was doing his best to hold his composure, but there was something about this man and his title that made him nervous. Or maybe it was him showing up unannounced on behalf of the orde...

She too examined his horn as it was held in his hands. She had mixed feelings about what she believed to be their people’s pride--the horns that no one else possessed. While wrapping the particular area that used to have a horn, Santhia winced as if it were her own that was missing. The thought of ...

Gregory Fverard. After escorting the young man into her lord’s lounge, she was reminded about what her brethren told her about the man she served. Lord Fverard was a poor man at a point in his life who joined the military in hopes of acquiring a better life. He was nothing more than a low-ranking s...