Capítulo 102: 102- The Only Choice

Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 33rd day of Fall, Arenfall

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Lord Prestonheim's shoulders drooped as he escorted the Prince and his ward to their own tent which his knights promptly prepped earlier. The sun was already peeping in between the hill's bosoms as it painted the dark gloomy sky a tinged of crimson.

After escorting the prince to their tent, he went back to his, only to find his friend Syleon still sitting on the bed besides his own. The silver-haired Commander knew that his friend still had a few words to say after that meeting. In fact, Commander Crovar grumbled and objected to almost all the ideas the Prince dished out. He only stopped objecting after some time when he knew the prince was having none of his traditional views. Lord Prestonheim saw in his friend's eyes, a look of both frustration and amusement.