Lucius stirred from his bed, the sunlight streaming through the narrow window of his chamber casting golden streaks across the stone walls. He stretched languidly, a grin spreading across his face as he sat up. For the first time in months, he felt rested, content, and untouchable. Life had been good—very good for him.
It had been three months since that fateful night in Arduronaven,when he alongside his comrades had led a charge to open the gate from the inside.
His reward had been nothing short of extraordinary for particepating in this task. The prince himself had handed Lucius a heavy purse of silver and formally announced his promotion to sergeant.
Since then, life had been a dream. The extra coin had afforded him comforts he'd never dared to imagine.