Chapitre 156: 156- Shaking the Fold

Maraus, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 57th day of Fall, Arenfall

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"How long has it been?" 305-M asked as he sipped his warm tea. "Has it been a week already? I don't want to discourage you here, Prince Arterius, but they might be dead already!" He put his teacup down the long table.

Lord Prestonheim silently sat on his chair unmoving and refusing to make a comment from his former colleague's statement. He certainly loathed the man, 305-M had always been constantly conniving and scheming with anyone the redhead thought to be interesting. This often led to his run-in with other nobles who wanted him out, but the Imperatur had been protecting him since he won the war against the rebels at the Battle of the Gorge.