The silence was too much. Sebastian didn’t know whether he’d spoken out of turn, and he couldn’t tell what was going on behind those emerald eyes. He stood perfectly still as he’d been trained to over countless hours, although his posture was less stiff than it once was. Eventually the king...
Sebastian’s eyes were filled with confusion. The King still paced the room, the medal now hidden in some pocket of his expensive clothing. And yet there was no talk of medals or ceremony. He had come to receive a token of the king’s thanks for his military service, and now he stood in a small...
A shiver went ran Bass’ spine. For the first time he looked up, meeting those jewel-like eyes with his own stormy gaze. “I lost two of my men,” he admitted softly, “And three more will never carry a sword again. That’s hardly the outcome I would have wished for.” He’d seen the first man fall...
Sebastian was held in place for a very long while. Time seemed to stretch. He barely breathed, scared of disturbing the dust and sand on the ground around the king’s feet. The command to stand made his chest tighten uncomfortably. Standing in the presence of royalty was more than a small farm...
The capital city was a stressful place. Sebastian was used to the hive-like bustle of an army camp. He was used to men running and screaming through neat rows of tents that stretched out as far as the eye could see. As a younger man, he’d imagined the capital was smaller than some of the army...
I'm back to work full time... which is stressful. And I'm moving house in less than 3 weeks... which is more stressful XD
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